Child at Heart

For whatever reason, I've remembered the exact date of many things, perhaps intentionally, perhaps subconsciously, because they were special to me.

The night before, I had to do a million things to make it all work out. And when I finally did, I came back to find out that you were mad that I didn't show up. For the entire night, I wondered if you'd go without me. But of course, everything was fine in the end.

I can remember it all. From the chilly walk from the parking lot, to the shuttle bus ride, and everything in between. I never had much interest for cars. The most I could do is tell you which one looked good. But being at the show with you was heartwarming. It was here that I really saw the child in you. You climbed into every car, exploring everything, like a child in the park. But at the same time, you knew everything about them and could tell me about every little detail. The cars might not have sparked my interest much, but watching you, being with you, and knowing how excited you were, certainly made me smile, and certainly made the day memorable.

But......that was the last......