​The Space Between Breaths

For as long as I could recall, I felt like I was living life holding my breath until the day I met you and love’s arrow hit its target. On that day, I felt like I took my first breath; my world opened to something I never knew existed. You held my hand through the ups and downs in life. I still smile at our tour through the little winery – remember you said you would be late and start without you, but you hid halfway through to propose? I don’t remember the rest of the tour. Did we even finish it? You were there holding my hand as I recovered from my accident and then walked with me through life, holding the hand of our son.
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You are the best and worst thing to happen to me. You showed me the highest of highs and stood by me in the lowest of lows, but I always knew I could get through them with you by my side. Now I sit here the lowest I will ever be, having held your hand as you took your final breath in life, though I know I will get by with the strength our love has instilled in me. I wanted to spread your ashes at the vineyard, but I cannot bear to part with you a second time. Instead, I will take Cayden to tour the vineyard, so he can see where our path to him began. I love you, always.