Happy anniversary!

 

My Love, my husband,

Happy anniversary!

37 years ago today we had our church wedding. What a wonderful, beautiful day!

I am so proud to be your wife.

I love you, my sweet baboo.

♥

Happy St. Patrick's Day, John!

 Happy St. Patrick's Day, my Love.

47 years ago tonight we started to be. Shamrocks, gold sparkles, green beer - oh my! :)

I love you so much, John. ♥

Happy Bunkie Day!

 

45 years ago today you and I started our life together when you moved in.

You made lasagna for us to celebrate.

What a wonderful day that was.

I love you, John.

♥

Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart!

 I miss you. ♥

 

A simple connection

Someone posted a story on Facebook recently that talked about how a woman who had lost her husband couldn't bring herself to wash the last cup that her husband had used before he died.

John used to grind the coffee beans for our coffee in the morning. He would place the remaining ground beans in an orange Tupperware for use the next day. After he died, there were still ground beans in the Tupperware container. I couldn't bring myself to ever use the last beans that he had ground for us. I saved them in that Tupperware and I still have it. Every so often I hold it. It's a connection to him. I will never throw it away.

I miss our Christmases

 

A little sign of love

I was feeling nostalgic last night and missing John a lot so I decided to watch some old home movies.

John and I had made a some films while he was remodeling our home here in AZ. The first thing we did when we moved in was rip out the wall to wall carpeting and John painstakingly tiled one room after the other. We put in saltillo tile which is very labor intensive. He was doing the floor in our dining room during our first Valentine's Day in this house. We decided that year instead of getting big gifts we would each make one homemade gesture of love.

John's contribution was to write a big heart in spray paint on the cement floor with our names inside. He knew it was going to be covered up by the tile but we would know it was there.

I always regretted not taking a photo of it. I don't know why I didn't.

And then last night, there it was in the video I was watching. It was like John was reaching out to me. I quickly snapped a photo of it off the TV screen.

Now I know exactly where it is and what it looks like and I won't have to rely on my memory. And when I stand there I will know I am standing inside this big beautiful heart of love.

Thank you, John. I love you.