Right now you are in the other room. You have a yucky stomach flu. I made you some Jello, but it won’t be ready for another hour.
I have to say. Sunday was a great day, wasn’t it? I wish everyday could be like Sunday. I wish I could stay wrapped up in your arms until 11:00 AM. I wish we could always talk before we get out of bed. I wish we could always help each other cook and watch documentaries and take golden time naps.
I’m going to miss you as we fill our evenings with classes and work and classwork. I’m going to miss you as we get wrapped up in books and research and theses.
Luckily, we’ll still have Sundays. Sundays will be ours.
You are mine and I am yours. I’m so glad that the treachery and drudgery of life, while temporarily stalling us, only ends up bringing us closer than ever before.
I am amazed by your quiet strength and caring. I am astounded by your love for me, even in all my weakness. You are my hero, my love, and I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of forever as yours.
To many more Sundays with you.
I love you to the moon and back.
Your Meggie, Your Love