I started off the day with a great run in Creve Ceour Park, and it was such a nice day that I took a few pictures as part of my cool down.  I was drawn to a bench near the lake that was framed by a couple trees.  As I was taking pictures, I realized that almost exactly two years ago that was the bench where Jake and I met up at for the first time after separating, the bench that we sat on as we talked and cried, the bench that I walked away from with hope that our marriage was going to be okay.  We all know how this story ends.  As I sat on the bench today (and duck poop, I think), I remembered the day almost to tee...the time, the temperature, what I was wearing, the nervousness, the excitement.  I expected to be overwhelmed with emotions, but instead felt...nothing.  And I realized that I really have moved on.  The memories and the heartache don't have a hold on me like they used to.  So today I am grateful for these reminders that I am moving on, and doing better than ever.