The white walls and layers of paper and binding make me remember days that elated me. These days do too. But even as I look across the table, I remember how much I wish you were every day. And in the middle of all the everything, I stop and remember how every day is change. Every day, is more finding the forever in the cross. For you. For me. For eternity. It’s all we hold onto. It lets you be close. No matter what, I still love you.
…because love wins.