I travel the same old roads – along Route 3 or Route 1 and once in a while Route 17 – and it would seem I might grow bored, seeing the same sights time and time again. But I travel with a heightened awareness these days. A deep appreciation for these well-traveled routes, like the love I feel for the familiar man who rides by my side, there is something more to discover. Paying attention, I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. Has the sky always been this shade of spring blue? Has he always greeted me at the door looking at me as though I were still the 16 year-old girl he fell in love with? Has the sunlight always filled the frame in the landscape of green fields? Has he always pulled me close every single day, whether sad or joy-filled? Pay attention, I say to myself, See Again. I'm about to travel these same old roads one more time. And the journey is sure to be worthwhile.