I do remember

In answer to your question I do remember. That time we stacked wood late at night, the sky a blanket of stars and our frozen fingers warmed with mugs of hot chocolate. How you cycled alongside me as I ran and gave me a ride on the back of your bike and I wrapped my arms around you as we whooped and hollered down that steep hill. How you collected those shells for me - how you laid me down so carefully on the sand.

I do remember.