4 Days in New Hampshire. Farm fresh eggs, coyotes howling in the night, hiking paths that only nature could make and Mother's Day with your mother visiting the places she grew up with tears of joy in her eyes. It's celebrating a year later with my wife now being cancer free that gives me pause, breathing life and focus back into my days. Gratitude is something I don't feel I have ever been short on but it grows deeper with each day. How do we say thank you? Small things, each moment.
It all becomes clearer!
Next year we celebrate our five year anniversary and today it isn't just the thought that counts to me anymore. We will celebrate our honeymoon and five years married, ten years together as only we have ever thought to dream, or hope. She wants to see Ireland or Scotland, to walk through London together as I did near 16 years ago. Fog filled cemeteries, Piccadilly Square, a Theater show, to hike the mountains of Skye, touch the heather on the hills, watch the sun set on the lochs, feel the afternoon rains of Scotland that comes in horizontally and see the Castles that have inspired the very element of fantasy we have become so fond of. This time fantasy is not enough, it is time to give it some reality. As she is the dream, given life to me.
In celebration of life, a year remembering each hard breath she had to take, each step that winded her, the tears and emotions in the night that could not give her vibrancy or joy. This year we commit to giving appreciation and restoration to that which was temporarily denied to us. Each day forth will be a commitment to being healthier and happier, to giving as much effort to growth, health and life as we did fighting the battle of days past.
I will give to her a healthier husband, a more patient loving and giving soul, and the fantasy of our honeymoon and anniversary.
It all becomes clearer!
Next year we celebrate our five year anniversary and today it isn't just the thought that counts to me anymore. We will celebrate our honeymoon and five years married, ten years together as only we have ever thought to dream, or hope. She wants to see Ireland or Scotland, to walk through London together as I did near 16 years ago. Fog filled cemeteries, Piccadilly Square, a Theater show, to hike the mountains of Skye, touch the heather on the hills, watch the sun set on the lochs, feel the afternoon rains of Scotland that comes in horizontally and see the Castles that have inspired the very element of fantasy we have become so fond of. This time fantasy is not enough, it is time to give it some reality. As she is the dream, given life to me.
In celebration of life, a year remembering each hard breath she had to take, each step that winded her, the tears and emotions in the night that could not give her vibrancy or joy. This year we commit to giving appreciation and restoration to that which was temporarily denied to us. Each day forth will be a commitment to being healthier and happier, to giving as much effort to growth, health and life as we did fighting the battle of days past.
I will give to her a healthier husband, a more patient loving and giving soul, and the fantasy of our honeymoon and anniversary.