Sunday, February 28, 2010

26 minutes left...

Dear you,
I'm still awake
waiting for your chili to
finish cooking.
I can hear you tossing and turning
upstairs. [It's probably thoughts of eating
the delicious chili tomorrow]

I love you and I'm all yours.
This year is promising for us.
can't wait to see what happens.

You're starting a new job tomorrow at the city's newspaper web department. I'm so proud of you.

Again you're asleep and I am sitting here
thinking of you. Good Luck in the morning.
I love you.

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