All In The Evening Air

Yes, I know Honey. It's your birthday, and you looked at me when I said I was going out for a photo....

I don't need a photo of you to remember it's your birthday.

There are a million things I could photograph to make me think on you.

The Sea, because you were a sailor and you always love the sea.
The Harbour. Because That's where your boat used to come in.
Our house, because that is our home.
Any item in our house, because each holds a memory of us.
Our Daughter, because she is your double.
Our Son, because I still remember that first night I looked at him, and thought, "Oh my, it's a little Si".
The top of the hill, because that is the way I would drive in, and my heart would leap with joy if there was a wee navy boat in.
Grass, because you love the smell of cut grass.

It matters not a jot what I take, because everything I do, is irrevocably linked to you, and you to me.

Happy Birthday Husband of Mine.

I love you very, very much.