There was something magical about tonight.
The huddling around the cast iron stove for its maiden fire. That just so happened to coincide with the ten year anniversary of a certain magical wonderful brother.
That huddling. It felt like the world depended on the huddling. Under a full moon. On the back of the property. We watched coals glow and morph and change. We noticed the layers of the wood. We felt the warmth of the fire on our bare knees and shivered into each other. There was something so right about it.
And we had picked the lemon verbena to go with the unfiltered ginger ale and Goose. From the garden. The lemon verbena from our very own garden. And then we tried the chocolate mint. All in our little yard. With the teal gauzy curtains swaying gently in the kitchen window and the single bulb in the bodega burning.
Everything about tonight under the big starlit, moonlit sky, felt good.
Thank you for this moment and this love.