RIP...

27 was a fantastic year for me.
I recall 27 as a year full of wonder and excitement.
Hearing that Amy Winehouse is dead, at 27, saddened me.  Clever songwriting and soulful singing...all gone for the past four years and is now gone, forever.

Was it strictly clinical?
Was it fear of her talent and all of the attention that came with it?
Was it just self-medication gone awry?
Or perhaps, some combination of them all...

The voice will live on...So sad that the person behind it fell so short of her potential...

Here's my Amy Winehouse tribute:

You make me feel like I am free again...

I remember hearing love songs -- songs of connection and longing and pain -- and never getting them.  Hearing the beauty of the lyrics or melodies but not feeling them.

Until now.

Now I understand.

He is my first thought when I wake up.
He is my last before I drift off.

He encourages me to be the best I can be AND he calls me out on my bullshit.

He gives me butterflies...

So this time, I'm living in the moment.  I'm not plotting our future or revising our past.  I'm not trying to make him into someone else.

I love him. 

And I am enjoying every single moment with him.  

Every single one.