The last few years Melvin and I spent together were free. We had nothing to prove to one another or fear from the outside and with that comfort we began to become territorial of our time together, now I know why... We had a game we would play when the boys were small, hide and scare or startle one another. When it was just us we continued to play the game with one another. I knew once Melvin heard the garage door he would hide from me and I had to say, "Poo I know you're hiding from me, where's Poo?" and he'd jump from behind the door or another room, but I loved to see him hiding under the dining room table. He was 6'2" and about 220 pounds, imagine a grown man crawling under a table to scare you, it would be hilarious. When he would come home and I was hiding he would say, "Call the police somebody got my baby, bring her back..." I couldn't wait to get to work and get it over with so I could come home to Poo. I knew there would be peace there. What I miss, at night, the most is how I would hate to go to sleep, because we'd be having too much fun, but I had to go to sleep so I could get up and be a big girl in the morning for work so I would say, "Poo, tell me a story" (In that little girl voice all of us women have when our heads lay in the chest just under the chin of the man we love). Then he would began, (in his pacifying, please the baby in my woman voice) "Onest upon a time..." The story would always be an embellishment on our life together, how we met or something like that. CHERISH
Tomorrow...
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