It's the simple things...

It's not about finding people to do something with. I miss having someone to do nothing with...

I read that earlier today and it really stopped me in my tracks. When you're first widowed, you just miss every single thing about the person who died and the life you had with them. As time goes on, you begin to feel like you need to start getting out and meeting new people.....to move on with "Chapter 2" or the next phase in your life. But it's hard.

Moving on is a simple thing... what it leaves behind is hard

I truly miss the simple, ordinary, mundane, nothing special but OH SO SPECIAL moments with Steve and of the three of us as a family. Going for a drive and holding hands, not feeling the need to say much of anything. Putting Bear to bed and laying on the couch, together, just snuggling while watching Law & Order. I miss doing things as a family -- playing in our silly little blow-up pool, coloring Easter eggs, watching Bear decorate the annual gingerbread house with Daddy... Lazy Saturday mornings in bed and Sunday morning breakfasts (he made the BEST breakfast potatoes!) I miss dreaming about Bear's future and our future as a retired couple...

I miss my best friend and the simple, ordinary, mundane and oh-so-special times we shared doing a whole lot of nothing...or so it seemed at the time.