Lucky 13

Thirteen years ago today I sat alone in the quiet morning on these steps tying a bundle of lavender from my garden with gold ribbon.

Then, wearing my mother's wedding gown, surrounded by family and friends, a few potted roses, and sweet music drifting down from the string quartet in the balcony, he and I became "we".



...Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. --WB Yeats