Gintonica

Meet my new BFF, Gintonica. I have found her to be great company on the nights that I stick my big toe in the rabbit hole. Tonight is one of those nights. My first Valentine's Day without my valentine in 40 years. Tough day. Thus my visit with Gintonica

Scott was not a hugely romantic fella, but he usually managed to eek out something, I was going to say special, but I think I'll just leave it at something. Sometimes it was a rose from the gas station and sometimes it was dinner at Pilot House, and sometimes it was dinner at home, made by me and a big chocolate heart for dessert. One year he got me some sweet little ruby earrings. Then he got them again a few years later and yet again a few years after than. :) He was not romantic, but the man loved me.

He would stand across the counter from me as I made dinner, frequently sneaking a bite of food and a little grab at me while I cooked. When we were first married he told me, "Don't go to any trouble, I don't taste it anyway." Food was fuel for him. But the cooking process was something he loved watching. I could not cook for months after he passed.

I am missing my unromantic, non-foody Tall Man today. A lot. I put my diamond back on today. I went down the rabbit hole. But I pulled myself back out before I got in too deep. The sun will come out, tomorrow...hmmm, isn't that a song?

As always, thanks for reading my ramblings. Gintonica and I bid you good night.