PicturesPosted: December 21, 2015
She hated pictures of Herself. She had learned to accept He wanted them and took far too many.
They had been having a wonderful time together. He had been spending more time at Her’s than His for the last couple months. But it was time for them to miss each other.
They had said a wonderful good-bye, both travelling for the holidays. They were looking forward to missing each other.
This morning He opened up the “Waco” folder on his computer and paced through pics of Her. Her eyes. Her smile. Her kids. Benz. That pic She made for him on a dare. Her with friends. Ugly Christmas sweaters. Joe Bonamassa. Kayaks. Texas A&M. Troy. Renewed deck furniture. Rain.
Over a year of memories now.
Missing Her this morning felt good. Anticipation. Looking forward to a special event you know can’t come fast enough, but in the anticipation is joy.
He was happy. For Her. For Them. For the pictures.