57 years. That’s 20,805 days that we’ve been able to say goodnight and stay together, wake up together; what we could only imagine for the thousand days before.
She bathes her. She brushes her, talks to her, cuddles her, takes her for walks, and gives her treats. Yet, for no apparent reason, she’s a daddy’s girl. Wherever I go, she wants to go too. Whenever I stop moving, she’s right there.