love of my life in back on my feet again

she always left me with so little to do...

Christmas was her holy of holys...

Easter was my time to shine...

her baskets became so elaborate that at one point she asked me to tone it down...

its been 4 years now since i've been able to celebrate the brutal murder of your lord and savior...

i try not to pick at the scab...

but it feels better when i bleed...