Happy Birthday to me.

Checking out the view along the Ptarmigan Lake trail.

Today while sitting at my desk, staring at Sam's picture, I realized once again that I did not really want to go home.  In years past, I looked forward to the awesome presents Sam gave me (ok, not all the gifts were awesome, some were very questionable but that is another discussion for another day.)  Tomorrow my awesome gift will be celebrating with my book club girlfriends.  Each and every day I thank God for them.

Next week is Sam's birthday (yes, I am a week older than him!)  I have been bracing myself for that day for quite some time.  Fortunately, a dear friend from home who also knew Sam will be here visiting me with her family.

July is a month of celebrations as our anniversary is the 31st.  That evening I will be having dinner with three great friends I met through work.

This is how I know Sam is still taking care of me, by making sure I am not alone on important days to us and am with friends whom I love and care for dearly and who do the same for me.  My heart still aches for him, though, 24/7.

q'ua