My husband compartmentalizes things.
He has a container for every tool, nut, bolt, screw, gadet and gift.
A place for every thing and every thing in its place.
My errant shoes make him a bit crazy.
His heart is much the same. There is a secret smile that hides within his place for me. A deep laugh that he holds in a place within only the reach of the small hands of our children. Even deeper still is the place he holds all that can't be visited often. His eyes have seen so much, his hands held the things beyond mentioning and his heart has found a place to let the memories live without destroying.
And so on this day each year I go there. With him, for him, that his burden doesn't become too heavy and that he remembers that the weight of it all is not his alone to bear.
And with each passing year we still remember