the big orange chair

Today Ruth asked if I still had pictures from the time Xavier accidentally gave me a black eye. In searching for them I came across a photo of Bill and I sitting in a big orange chair and the memories and missing him started fresh.

This chair was new when we started dating. It sat in Mom Bondurant's living room. We probably gave her heart palpitations when we sat in it. Together. Hip to hip. It wasn't necessarily the right thing to do, but I sure did enjoy snuggling.

When mom changed out furniture it went to my sister in law's living room. One of the last times we were there together Bill and I sat in it like old times. We still fit. 

I miss this.

Being thankful for memories 

doesn't take away the ache of longing to make new ones.