You are asleep upstairs. Snoring. Covers chaotic.
The dogs lie beneath your body on the floor and the cat above your head on the pillow.
You earned those sweet dreams you are dreaming about now and will forget by morning.
Listening to my latest angst. Repairing the boat so we could maybe one day have an adventure just the two of us. Bathing Ransom. Feeding Ruth Love.
You are an amazing husband, father, and friend. You are the person I wish I could become. Calm and efficient like the rain that washes our porch on this dark, damp night.
XO, B
RESPONSE: Honey, that is really beautiful.
