Up late last night, writing and coming through on a months-old promise of photos to a sweet friend.
Reset alarm, later, later. Finally staggered out of bed at 6am to kiss Tom before he hit the road.
"Happy Anniversary!" he tells me.
My sleepy brain scrambles for the meaning behind his words. Through the fog, it hits me... Today must be a Friday the 13th, just like the day we got married almost 30 years ago.
And he remembered.
That's just one reason I love him.
It was a beautiful Friday the 13th for me. I hope it was for you, too!
