The fog I had been walking through lifted as the year progressed. Love to the many who showed me kindness and opened my heart. Old friends and new. Most of all to Stella. My light. My heart. My life. If it’s possible for my bond with her to grow stronger and deeper, it has. She has held my hand, and I hers, as we walked through the year together.
She is my brimming glass of love.
father at fifty 