As many of you know, my husband went to God shortly before Christmas a few years ago. Shortly after his loss, as I was going through his closet, I found the Christmas gifts had had bought for me and hidden there until he could wrap them. One of those gifts was a new pair of cycling sunglasses. Last summer I thought I had lost them during some ride and shed many a tear. Yesterday I found them in a vest pocket. You know you haven't worn a vest for awhile when it takes a year to find something you forgot you put in them. It was a smile for the day and felt like a hug from him at a time when I needed it.