Today, 34 years ago, John and I became a couple. Green beer, an Irish bar, painted shamrocks with sparkles on our cheeks - we were immediately and forever bound to each other from that day forward.
I have no pictures from that day. The earliest picture I have of John is this one, taken a few weeks later at my new apartment.
This is a special week for us - 3 anniversaries very close together. Even though I always feel John close to me, I was feeling sadness at John not being physically here on Wednesday of this week while having breakfast in one of the cafe's here in town.
Yet, somehow, John found a way to reach out to me and say "Hello" and "I love you". I had ordered a cappuccino with breakfast and this is what arrived:
The waitress told me the chef just felt inspired.
Then today a friend gave me this as a belated present.
I know John is still with me.
Thank you, John. I love you, too.
Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.