God Bless you and His Blessed Mother...too

I Shall pass this way but once, but thank God I've had you by my side most of the way.
How can I go to sleep when thoughts of you make my cheeks so sore from smiling?
And so this weekend, after hours of grueling bushcutting and packaging the debris, you noticed one of my statues in the backyard was so tired, but you knowing I love this replica of Blessed Mother asked me to come with you and learn how to air brush paint by redoing her.
You've worked non stop on the gardens for weeks now, we are 4/5ths done with that project, and so we start on our painting project you thought would take an hour, which turned into almost 5 instead....no dinner we were having so much fun with the colors, the experimentation of painting this child size statue.
She is beautiful, metalic blues, pearlized whites, the green snake under her feet, lips and eyes to make a soul think, you captured her as you capture all you touch, and you captured me too.
I thought back to our christmas ornaments made the winter of 78 for our very own first little tree on Octavia, and I remember how much fun we had together, I'd paint one side of them my way, and you'd paint the other side with your colors, and this is why they still go up on the tree, it's the love we shared sort of being remembered, switched up and deepened with the passing of so many years.
It was a lovely afternoon. She is beautiful, and sometimes so are we.

My Irish Grandpa used to say: God Bless you and your blessed mother, too.