100 times a day.

I woke up this morning to thoughts of you. I paid some bills, took care of our furballs, and ran the errands.  I cleaned up our bedroom that somehow seems more empty now than it did before our new furniture was delivered. I sat in my Dr's appointment and cried when I was asked how I was doing. I cried when I found out my referral hadn't been submitted. I cried when someone said something that hurt my feelings. Then tonight, I realized I hadn't eaten today, so opened up some cereal. I poured the bowl, a prize fell out, and I actually smiled. I smiled because I thought about how you would have like that silly little toy. And for the 100th time today, I wished that you were here.