Life goes on

Copen's death still hangs heavily over the day. I've never mourned a pet's passing as I have hers. Things feel out of balance. I keep looking for her, expecting to see her sprawled in front of the sliding glass door. The sudden realization that I'm never going to see her again remains a painful jolt. That goofy, lovable, softy of a fat calico got under my skin and into my heart. I miss her very much.

But life goes on. It has to. So this blog is to share some good things. First, today is our wedding anniversary. Nine years ago today, Steve and I were married in the Annapolis, Maryland, courthouse. Around this time, we had been married for a couple of hours and were somewhere along Maryland's eastern shore. Nine years. It seems both forever ago and just yesterday.

Of course, Steve is not the man he was then. He's a lot smaller. As of this writing, Steve's lost a total of 87 pounds. That's 6 st 3 for some of you. He fit briefly in a size 34 trouser a couple of weeks ago (a size he's not seen since he was a teen), but he's already getting closer to a 33. Just how slim he's become was quite apparent this past weekend. Our friends, Alicia and Jonathon, got married, and we were both in the wedding party. Here are a couple of photos of Steve in his tux. I seem to have a rather dreamy husband.