10 Years and One Water Bottle Later

I broke my water bottle this morning, the one Tommy gave me for Valentine’s Day three years ago. I guess in long term relationships, wine and cream-filled chocolates are replaced with socks and vessels for beverage consumption. Sturdy, stable, built to endure.  That water bottle has seen the world. It sat in the hallway of Khayelitsha District Hospital in South Africa, climbed Table Mountain, took a cruise in the Mediterranean. And now, despite a life of adventure, it will end...