not just any day....

There are days that come and go with out any lasting memory of them...

there are other days in which we repeat the same monotonous activities that soon they meld into one long, drawn out moment...

then there are days that for a brief second...the world seems to stop...something shifts....and you are never, ever the same.

June 21, 1998

You took my hand....

I held on tight...

and we have never been the same.

I love you.

Thank you for the past 12 years.

I think the next 48 will be our best.