Time

I've been trying to tell myself to have patience… that time will sort things out. And, sure, we're both in our 40's, we theoretically have all the time in the world. Forget what the kids say, the prime of our lives is still ahead of us.

Except. You never really know, do you? Either of us could be gone, just like that, tomorrow. Probably not. Hopefully not. But, possibly.

So, what does waiting really get me? And what am I even waiting for, exactly?

So, I dunno. Wanna get some ice cream? I think I thought I heard you like DQ. Wanna share a Blizzard? Or are you more of a soft-serve cone kinda gal? God, I have so very much I want to know about you… can we start with that?