My rock-star husband promised me I'd feel better if I worked out today. My throat is still a little sore, I'm edgy and grumpy. So while the footing was setting & the kids were all happily blowing bubbles, swinging & being angels, I went. And thought of you. I rode my bike for a long, long time. I rode this trail . . . . Come walk it with me, won't you? I miss you.