Since TODAY is Sunday, yesterday must have been Saturday. I don’t know the date on most days. I obviously don’t have the days down either.
Before R and L were born I didn’t miss a birthday or anniversary. Yesterday Maher reminded me that it was the 7th of May, a date we arbitrarily picked to represent the start of our relationship. I suddenly had sweet memories of spring in Montreal. I suppose he did too.
M suggested we hang out – just the two of us.
Natasha Devalia 