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Day 57

They said there'd be odd days where I'd miss you more than the usual days.
Days where you need those open arms to fall into for a comfort hug.
Where you need that shoulder to lean on after a hectic day.
Where your hand on my knee while driving picks up my spirits.
Where just laying in bed analysing the ceiling together is enough.

Yesterday I questioned why all over again.

I told myself yesterday that I wasn't going to church today because I wasn't feeling it. My excuse was going to be suspected chicken pox (the baby). I simply had a rough day emotionally yesterday. 30 minutes before church was about to begin something whispered to get ready and go.

The last speaker in sacrament meeting said just what I needed to hear and he was very blunt about it.

Go to the temple.
I haven't been since this photo was taken.
July 9th 2010.
The day we were sealed.

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