It's the beginning of a new year. And the twelfth year of our marriage. Is it really possible that another whole year has passed?
We spent a lovely day together yesterday, the two of us, hiking to the spot where we got married. It's such a dramatic spot on the coast and never disappoints, even without the sun. I was feeling lucky, hopeful, and happy.
But my gratitude for Heron actually hit me pretty hard this morning when I awoke to a sink full of his beard hair.
|Who else would make a Christmas feast of Scotch eggs? Yeah, that's my man!|
Anyway, I guess he was in a hurry, because the discarded hair was all over the sink when I hauled myself to the the bathroom this morning. I'll admit, I was a bit shocked to see the beard leftovers. Usually he's pretty good about cleaning up.
|Hamilton Cove January 1, 2000|
|Hamilton Cove January 1, 2012|
These things, and so much more, are worth putting up with a little beard hair in the sink. So I scoop up the hair and toss it in the garbage. And I look forward to seeing him when he gets home.