When I sat down today, T brought over a plate with a chocolate muffin, grapes, and strawberry. Then he gave me a copy of the newest Steve Winnwood CD. On the CD, he wrote, "Happy Birthday!" He said this was my "party".

We had a really nice session. He knows, of course, that I am carrying around a great deal of pain, but he also didn't want me to completely fall apart today. He made sure that I knew that he wasn't abandoning my pain-- we were just taking a bit of a break from it. Instead, he had me take him on a detailed "tour" of my house in which he listened intently and took notes. He wanted to picture the place that I am so connected to-- the place that is mine and filled with my things. That place that is me.

I completely adore him.