I was so excited to smell the fresh strawberries at the fruit stand this morning.
She loves strawberries. Plain. On her Saturday morning waffle. Strawberries.
She is not here. I bought them anyway.
My heart aches. I keep telling myself this is a good thing, her going off to college, but I can’t deny the empty part that brings me to tears when I see strawberries.
This will pass. Texting and Facebook messaging will replace walking upstairs to wake her at 2 in the afternoon.
It will be ridiculous when she comes home, like the day she was born.
I miss my Marianna.