April is over.
The second to last day of April came with a "21" boat salute, just as Annie was turning 21-years-old. Imagine that!
We launched my baby girl into a good future. The best future. The only future. She was surrounded by family, food, candlelight, laughter, song, toasts, gifts. Love doesn’t get any more “white light” than that.
A regatta of life-long admirers will always have her back. Tried and true. Thick and thin. Good to know. Hmmm?
A tabletop of seashells, fishing nets, sand, hurricane lamps, rope, and those "21" boats — it was all about that nautical launch... into a sublime tomorrow.
Happy Birthday to my love. May there always be a tailwind when you need it most.