The Kiss of Love

This outstanding photo was taken by our dear friend, Ken Cale, in December 2001, after we renewed our marriage vows with our amazing Glide pastor, Douglass Fitch. Afterwards we celebrated with a group of Glide friends and a wonderful lunch at the Embarcadero. You can see Alcatraz in the upper right hand corner of the photo. It was an extraordinarily beautiful Sunday and celebration of life for all of us.

Cecil and I created our own salad dressing which we have served to our family and friends. It usually has resulted in rave reviews. I initially started the recipe but he was really the one who improved it to perfection. We decided we wanted to give gifts of jars of the salad dressing so we made labels for the jars with this photo and the text, The Kiss of Love for Your Salad by Cecil and Paulette.

I still have the last amount of the salad dressing he made but I cannot bring myself to eat it. I will save it for later when I will be able to savour it.

Sundays, Glide, and Cecil

Today is another Sunday.....actually the 8th Sunday since Cecil died. These Sundays are the most difficult days for me because Sundays were always a special day for us.

If we were on the houseboat, we would drive to San Francisco. Cecil would usher at Glide.....look at his face to see clearly how much he loved ushering...and I would bask in the loving and joyful music and atmosphere at Glide. Afterwards we would have brunch with friends....often The Cliff House.....and then spend the rest afternoon walking around in the city....our favorite city in the world. The great photo of Cecil's sweet smile while ushering at Glide was taken by our dear friend, Wayne Halladay.

If we were in Phoenix, Sunday was also our most special day of the week....beginning with reading the New York Times, then Cec cooking an outstanding brunch. In the afternoon we would read our books, nap, go to the dog park, drink wine in our courtyard at twilight with a fire, and Cec would cook a scrumptious dinner. We absolutely enjoyed every moment of the day with each other.

All of these Sundays were especially delicious for both of us. I miss him everyday but I miss him the most on Sundays.