Today, I grabbed my guitar, sat on the porch, and thought about how we weren’t going to be living in this house for much longer. As I played some random chords and such, you grabbed your ukulele and joined me. I don’t know what you were playing, but whatever it was was perfect for the moment. Call me a soft, sentimentalist, but it’s times like this, that really make me appreciate our time together. I hope you’re reading this (this future, your present) while still strumming on your uke.