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It's really the little things.

As I'm putting on my socks I remember the dogs getting excited. They thought I was getting ready to take them on a walk or to the dog park.  I'd feel exasperated and say, "No, I have to go to work, babies.  I am not taking you on a walk right now."

 I see a Wicket the Ewok toy and want to tell Jim about how I want to buy it so Wickett can look at Wicket and want to tear it to shreds.

It's doing just my laundry.

It's the empty holes on the wall where pictures were.

It's the azalea in the backyard.

It's the vast space in my bed.

It's hearing him say those words to me over and over and over in my mind.

It's the little things.