It's been 2 years, 8 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days. I was a month shy of giving birth to Lillie. They had been married for 55 years. He gave her his wedding ring for safekeeping a year before Logan was born and hadn't seen it until tonight. Today was the first day he allowed me to disturb the dust collecting on (preserving) her things in their vanity room off their bedroom. I'm pretty sure I found $100 in change, and feeling her eyes on me, every last penny went into his change jar. I unearthed sections of wall where I had written my numbers 1-20 in an order only a 4 year old would be able to justify. I discovered makeup untouched by time, still heavy with her scent. It's been 2 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 4 days since my Mammaw passed away.