A Sentimental Journey Through the Freezer

Dear John,

 

I hit a milestone at work today: a week without a mistake, balancing to the penny every day. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I realized that you would have taken me out to celebrate. Instead, I picked up Gatorade on the way home, took a nap so the temperature had time to drop below 90, and mowed. But you and I had that moment of celebration on our way out of the parking lot. Thank you for that.

 

I took a sentimental journey through the freezer yesterday. I went looking for frozen blueberries and found them, but I also found a bag of cranberry walnut bagels you brought home from Panera for me. They must have been here since Christmas of 2011. I'd double-bagged them, so they're still perfectly good.

 

Every Christmas season you brought some home for me, and I made them last the whole year since they were one of Panera's seasonal items. You paid attention to the little things that I liked, and it made you happy to do things like that for me. It meant the world to me that you cared enough to do those things. It was so much a part of who you were.

 

And tonight, one of those bagels made me happy. Thank you for bring them home over two years ago. They've stood the test of time, much like we're still doing.

 

Love you for all time,

Joan.