I’m hoping that the passing of time will minimize some of my weird anniversary reactions. For the past couple of days, whenever I’m taking The Wife to work, I imagine that almost every woman I see walking around outside the hospital is her OB/GYN. When I’m at the supermarket, every tall, thin woman will make me do a double-take, for I imagine that I see her there as well.
My psyche has residual fear and respect, I guess, and echoes reverberate over my consciousness as I remember and reflect. One year ago, she was about the most important person in the world to me, as I placed three precious lives in her capable hands. She delivered, of course, both literally and metaphorically. How do you thank someone for something so momentous?