There is one memory I have never been able to explain. It was an ordinary Sunday morning. You were sitting on the kitchen counter, eating strawberries straight from the box, while I was trying to make breakfast. Nothing special happened that morning. We didn't go anywhere. We didn't take any pictures. We didn't even talk about the future. But years later, that is the morning I remember most clearly. Maybe because I didn't know it was one of the last ordinary mornings I would ever have with you. We always think we will remember the big moments. We don't realize that the moments we miss the most are usually the ones we never thought to remember.