12.19.2014



Forty-four years ago today, a shy, lanky man married this lovely farmer's daughter. 

Five weeks passed, and I still wait for the sound of his van pulling into our driveway from the house just down the hill-- waiting for him to break up our day (sometimes multiple times) with whatever excuse permitted him to leave his to-do list behind.  Today is one in a string of them in which absence gapes too large.  Praying that the truest Comfort enfolds my sweet Mopsy.