It’s no secret that my walls and screens prominently feature photos of my guy. Seeing him with a this is a good day smile on a screen this morning, I had a pang of miss him. And in that moment, the pleasure of seeing him.
More importantly, the pleasure of seeing him happy. This lead to a rumination, and a hope, that he had had a good life. My hope is that I helped make his days good. I know we both did the best we could, and despite it being a Burt catch phrase that doing your best “is not good enough” in fact, it was. That smile tells me he knew it was.
this is our life 