Pictures

It's so weird to look back at pictures of my wedding. When he left, I gave him all the hard copies. I took pictures out of frames, emptied albums and rifled through my giant box of miscellaneous photos to clear them all out. I didn't want them around. In saying that, I knew my faithful AOL had an online album of picures I could save for the kids.

Tonight, I thought I might take a look. Maybe by looking at the pictures in retrospect, I could see something I missed at the time, some inkling of what was going to happen to us. So I looked.

And all I see are two kids, madly in love, happy beyond belief and full of hope.

Now we communicate through emails and transfer the kids at the front door. There is a lesson in this, an opportunity for greater joy. I know this; I do believe it to be true. But it doesn't make this part any easier.