Julia and I came home to watch a movie, eat junk food -- the bowl of rice was the most sensible thing Julia has eaten today, but I resolved not to worry about food today. Soon, we leave for fireworks and by the time we get home, we'll be exhausted and fall into bed. This will be such a good thing. Such a good end to this day.
I hate that David had a last day last year, but I do rejoice that there were many days of such love and care for us to have together. They were marvelous.