I see you when I pet my cat, or any cat for that matter ... With every purr, I hear your voice ... “It’s us two and a cat. Always.” ...
I see you when I pick a wild raspberry and get poked by the pesky thorns ... How those can get your thumb infected!
I see you when I see a kid defying gates and climbing over the fence to get on the other side ... A rusty nail in their thigh and their summer's over!
I see you when I see pictures of The Black Sea and remember “white nights” together ... Every time I hear waves crashing ...
I see you when I read a good book ... I might have taught you how to read, but you taught me what to read ...
I see you when I listen to The Doors, Tori Amos, and Alanis Morissette ...
I see you when Aaron pours maple syrup richly on his pancakes ...
You’re in the summer wind that brings the smell of freshly-cut grass into my nostrils...
You're in my kitchen every time I make potato salad or I clean mushrooms... I wish there was a place where I can go pick them myself ...
You’re in every physical and mental picture of my life since I was a wee bit over three years old ...
You whisper to me that “it’ll all be oh-kay” when I fret about the next irrational fear. Daily ...
I hear you clearly reminding me that I am enough and have nothing to prove to anyone. Especially our parents ... I forget often.
I see you when I look at your children - their eyes, and smiles, their mannerisms and love for life ...
You walk with me through the halls of every museum and garden I wander through ...
Every time I see a picture, a movie, or I read a piece of news about New York, I see us walking together through all the streets of Manhattan, popping in and out of stores, art galleries, and sushi joints, speaking about New York movies and series - you, in awe and in love with your favorite city ...
In my mind, you care for every cat and dog, every chicken and goose, and turkey, and cow and goat, too that come across my way ...
I see you when I shop at H&M and Michaels ... I hear your voice telling me what to pick ...
You’re in my heart, my sinews and my blood ...
Every time they take my blood for the quarterly cholesterol check - you’re right there, with me ...
We transcend miles and hemispheres, and I am sure universes and lives, too ... for all eternity.
We’re born into each other and from the same common thread that sowed life into both of us ...
There is no one like you in the whole world for me and there is no one like me for you ...
We are as twinned as they come. Forever ... And always ...
Happy birthday, sorela! I cherish every memory I have and the fact that we share so much makes me whole. Gives my life more meaning. Makes it full.
I hope the next 44+ years will be more adventuresome, more full of life, healthier, and happier by far! Take some time for you and spoil yourself to pieces!
Love you always!
