This is where I grew up and someday I will tell stories about that, but right now I have to reassure my darling husband that I do, indeed, love him. Because I forgot to leave little messages around the house like I usually do when I go away. Because I was working myself into a MUST GET ON THE ROAD frenzy of packing snacks and drinks and pillows and GameBoys and oh, children. Only to stop .25 miles away at Chevron
to give a pint of blood and Starbucks to sell the rest of my blood.
To the best husband in the universe, I give you my heart and then some. I love you love you love you. And thank you for putting in my new bath tub.