Sapphires and Superstitions, Full Moons and Comets.

Turn your broken heart into art or turn your scars into stars. Some people say that anyway

Four days before my first date on Valentine's Day with John, it was Feb 10. Rob's birthday.

He wouldn't want me to mourn forever so I looked at the ring and thought about the interesting stuff going on in the heavens that day. A full moon, an eclipse and a green comet all on his birthday.

Our Halloween first date back in 2001 had a full moon which hadn't happened in 30 years or better, so it was rare. He loved the moon.  

Some people say that if you wear sapphires and they're not your birthstone, it's bad luck. Well, I didn't know that back then, three months after our first date when he gave me a sapphire and diamond ring. To him, the sapphire and diamonds looked like the moon and the stars, and he told me he wanted to give me the moon and the stars.

So that's what I thought about on his birthday with all that stuff going on in the heavens.

I did think about moving on and dating on that day. I did.

And when your boyfriend doesn't come home from work because of a construction accident, you think twice or more about ever being able to hope for that again. You always wonder what the heavens have in store.

I didn't have to wait too many more days and the heavens sent down a lot of snow for me to deal with.

I was pretty grumpy, but it made me reach out to John and he helped me with that. And he took me out for Valentine's Day; something I haven't been able to enjoy for many many years.

Timing. Timing is everything.

It happens when it's supposed to; my mother's been telling me that for years.

And over the past ten years people including my friends, and Rob's friends like Anthony, Peter, and his brother Randy – all have said at one time or another - “you still wear that?”

I do, but it's not forever. Nothing is.

And I know someone else who loved him is reading this too.

It is nice to be dating again and John asking me out when he did is fascinating to me.

How a blizzard brings you a Valentine

The last winter storm bugged me with too much snow. I normally don't mind winter but I felt buried.

I called my friend John for snowplowing and he came over that  day.

 "This is how the big boys do it," he says with a Peter Pan smile while slamming into the high snowbanks, and he had me laughing. All that snow, and it was effortless for him to blast it out of the way. 

Girls like that. At least I do anyway. 

It was really windy that day and we were standing outside talking. 

"How's your little house doing" he asked.

 He's been a good friend over the years and has helped me with some things at my place.

 I know Rob would have been ok with this.

Later that day after John left it was nice to get a text with him asking if I'd like to go to Vico with him for a drink.

O boy. I'm nervous. I haven't dated in a long time. So I'm thinking this is more than being friends. 

Sweating.

 I knew I had to reply. And the truth was, I wanted to go. Dead of winter and it's a snoozefest lately. And I always liked John quite a bit.

The next day was Valentine's Day. "How about tomorrow?" I texted.

to be continued......