Year 2 day 7 of 7

Day 7 of 7

On Jared's angelversary eve, I will choose to remember happy times.  Days full of laughter.  His sarcastic sense of humor.  The way Jared would so casually suggest children do something Jared thought was hilarious but would be sure to annoy their parents.  Like the time he decided it would be great fun to put the neighborhood kids in Steven's inflatable ball pit and float them across our pond.  Or show them how to car surf.  Or borrow their ripstick and take off around the block.   And when he decided our 5 year old son should have a motorcycle.

At a party, Jared would always start off quiet and subdued but oh boy, once he loosened up, look out.  One New Year's he brought a pistol full of tequila to the party.  Or the birthday party where he went down the waterslide without spilling his beer.  And our wedding reception where he rode around on his friend's shoulders.  

Jared could be very spontaneous and I have so many fond memories of his “let's see what we feel like doing” attitude.  In France, he suddenly decided I needed to learn to drive a manual and preceded to teach me. In Vermont, he decided we should canoe across the reserve.  In Canada, he raced Steven down the mountain on these snow motorcycle things (I can't remember what they were really called) and wiped out at the end.  In Belize, the first time we went ziplining and he yelled “oh shit” as he repelled down.  

Jared was the yin to my yang.  He was quiet but once he knew you, all bets were off.  I miss hearing his laugh.  His laugh was so unique, just like him.  Oh how I wish I had a recording of his laugh.  So today, I will focus on the good.  The happy.  The mischievous.  The man who loved me until his last breath.  The man I will love forever.  The man who I miss everyday.  The man whose wit could light up a room.