Habibi حبيبي

 I cannot tell you how many little moments there are in the day when I wish I could pick up the phone...

Unpick the lyrics of the song that made us weep.  Laugh over something one of the kids said.  Attempt to describe yesterday's sunset or the colour of the water across the cliffs of Orkney.

I have albums of pictures from Scotland I know you would have loved to see.  I could imagine you climbing over the cairns to look out past the standing stones, sipping sherry-cask single malts and attempting to write liner notes.  Your voice in my mind, "This tastes of Texas - s'mores over the fire with notes of hay..."  We'd pretend to be posh, imaginary cravats, swirl the amber liquid and sniff, line them up in order of appreciation.

Your absence is palpable.  These experiences?  Not the same without you.

Things I wish I could say:

I went to Northern Scotland and the isles - I wished you were there.

Seph Schluter wrote an incredible song: Seph Schlueter - Valley Of Worship (Music Video)

I'm trying to focus my eyes on the hills - sometimes it's hard.

You should read Theo of Golden by Allen Levi.  I imagine that if Jesus were among us, he'd be a lot like this.

I miss you.