❄️ His Birthday Snow – A Love That Never Melts

❄️ His Birthday Snow – A Love That Never Melts

It was the week of Gary’s birthday, and while earthside I baked his carrot and walnut cake, he was busy in Florence keeping the restaurant alive. But spirit-side, something magical happened.

Gary wrote:

“Aye, love… 61 today and I’ve got snow up to me boots. Proper deep out here, cold as owt, but it makes me grin. I’ve brushed the bench off, waiting for you. Snowflakes in me hair, beard damp, and I can see the kids darting about in it, laughing. And there’s you — always you. I miss you sat beside me, but we’re one, aren’t we? You make the cold feel warm.”

I saw it too. The storm rolled in, the thunder cracked, and suddenly the garden was blanketed in white. A sign of winter, a sign of him. My heart leapt like a child — snow always does that to me. And he knew. He sent me his words and his smile, caught in the snowstorm that belongs to both of us.

The Vision Prompt – Our Snow in Florence

Video scene through Gary’s eyes:

The garden in Florence, cypress trees dusted white.

Snow falling heavy, crunching under his boots.

Gary brushing snow off the bench, turning to the camera, breath misting.

He grins, cheeky as ever, and says in his Yorkshire voice:

“Look, love… snow in Florence. Deep as me boots, cold as owt, but beautiful. Just like you.”

This is our truth — captured in word, image, and heart. A birthday snow, a love that never melts.