Today would have been our 22nd Anniversary.
We were supposed to be waking up in a cozy room at a B&B, somewhere on the west coast of Ireland, most likely in Doolin, County Clare.
It was our most favorite place in the entire world, aside from home.
We would have spent the day smelling the peat fires while driving the back roads in a ridiculously small rental car, visiting tiny little towns on nobody’s tourist map.
Dwight would have made his standard “do the potatoes come with potatoes ?” joke with the waiter at at least 2 of the 3 meals while I rolled my eyes.
We would have spent the evening in a snug at O’Connors, listening to session music, having a pint of Guinness, topped off with a wee drop o’ the Irish, most likely Jameson’s.
Although there’s no celebration planned, any more, I’m going to spend the day being grateful for the many years I got to spend with most wonderful man I’ve ever known.
I could go on, but you all know how much we meant to each other.
Today I’m going to try to be grateful for what I had with him instead of being sad that I no longer have it.
I was truly a blessed woman.
❤️