Labour of Love

Simple white wooden cross.  Now situated on the roadside.  A traditional symbol chosen to mark what transpired there thirty weeks ago today.  Not required, but the two of us believing this was something we needed to do.  Together planning, creating, and erecting it.  A true labour of love.  Built to last.  The talk of such things only slightly easier to bear than the actual implementation.  Both left feeling exhausted and proud.  Yet another challenging task completed.