Look in the middle of the picture and see the bright yellow. All those sunflowers, all that sunshine, all that happiness and hope.
Go closer to the blooms. No namby pamby girly flowers these, no they are massive, strong and strident, all powerful and good.
They stand tall and they follow the sun. Keeping heads up and facing the life giving orb in the sky.
I think of you when I look at them. I wish you could see them too. Maybe, just maybe their images of sunshine and hope can virually reach you and hold you close.
Things are worse I know, more mess, more tests, never ending waiting. Each call seems to bring forth more sadness, please don't joke about the troops coming home for Christmas, I can't bear the thought of losing you.
So grab a big bunch of yellow sunshine, anything yellow will do and imagine you are here with the sunflowers, I wish you were.
There is no perfection in paradise.
All my love,