it is his birthday and i fell guilty that i didn't buy him a gift,
but over the years we have just stopped doing that. he does not
seem to mind. we take the dog for a lovely walk along the river,
stopping to sit for a bit and i ask him what he wants for dinner.
"would it be bad if i want tomatoes soup and grilled cheese, with the
bread you made this morning?" he asks. i laugh, as i realize just how
simple our wants and needs have become. i feel loved and blessed, and i think
her feels the very same way.