Tap, Tap, You Alive?

Buds touched my shoulder at 5:15 this morning. I rolled over and smiled as he started intently at me in the darkness.

"Good morning, Buddie. You okay?"

"I needed to be sure you were alive."

He had just read a thread about a man whose wife died in her sleep, and Buddie needed to be reassured I was still kicking.

I am.

But it made me realize the blog is for that day, someday, when one or both of us are gone. It's why I write down the tiny stories of beautiful days and long bike rides and the unexpected comments that make me laugh.

Someday, this will be it. The other side of the bed will be empty, and I want to be able to have the love still flow through these stories. More than most people, I think about how death will impact our family, and what gifts I want to leave for those I love.

This is one of them.