That's today and, strangely, I find there's really not much to say...
"I've made it to eighteen months..." but also "It's only been eighteen months..."
"I can't believe it's eighteen months since this funny boy was around to make me laugh or join our jokes...it seems like yesterday..." but "On the other hand, sometimes it seems like nothing more than a dream."
My life has definitely been moving into the phase of becoming "mine" instead of "ours"--it has to if you don't want to rot--but, man, I miss him...
