I lean in and COVER your hand with mine. I feel no need to AMEND or alter the moment with words. We are BLEST, I know, to celebrate another year together. And so we sit on the patio like the old married couple that we are. You, with your book. Me, with mine. Squeezing your hand, I am bemused that I still find you to be SWELL. And, indeed, equally pleased that I can still put you under my SPELL – and you, in turn, can me. This relationship has weathered much, no thin SHELL covering this precious thing we hold together. Here’s hoping for more years to come. Happy anniversary, my dear.

Georg’ann

MOIST clementine cake
sits on plate. SHARE this sweetness.
Fill your empty SHELL.

Heather