Happy Birthday . . .

I so love the person who captured my beautiful husband in this photograph . . . all I know is that it was taken at a winery in South America, maybe Bodega Norton, Argentina. . . in the past 20 or so years, I have had the honor and privilege to witness this breathtaking expression endless times, but who ever knew how valuable it would come to be, to have captured it "on film . . ." a gift that surpasses a price tag . . .

Today (December 27) is Bob's birthday, he would be 45 . . . this picture was taken when Bob went to South America in 2008, I was soooooo angry that I couldn't tag along for the ride . . . while he was gone, I managed to rear-end the Jeep, nearly killed a neighbor's dog when I let Gaia off leash just "to play," I painted the split level entry, wallpapered the basement bathroom, cut off my hair . . . recognize a theme here? I seem to lose my mind whenever Bob is gone . . . nice to know that some things never change . . . difference now, is, I have no one with which to temper these extremes . . .

Have been trying to write what the holidays have been like, the first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, blah, blah, blah, without the love of my life . . . no words . . . eight months, and I still have no words, nothing, to describe what it's like to live with a gaping, gasping hole in my heart . . .but I will continue to try . . . one of these days, the words have to make an appearance . . .