What a great trip! Our Montreal getaway. I felt you here with me the entire time. Sometimes subtly. Others tangibly present.

Five years. I find myself asking questions like, “am I supposed to be feeling a way, or doing a thing?”

I’m not sure what to do with that.

It does seem like I’ve been searching.

I feel like I knew what I was hoping to find. I just needed to get away, and come back to see it with better eyes. Or maybe just slow down, and let it sink in.

I know I’m not done digesting what this journey has to show, and open me up to.

But this resonates …

There is peace in learning to let go of grasping, of trying to control.

In not anticipating. In letting down my guard. In not being afraid.

I am so happy that we had the time we did, and that you shared yourself with me.

I’m picturing you sitting across from me now. We’re laughing and talking. Enjoying everything. The sights. Sounds. People.

I know you would have loved this.

Missing you.