Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sweet Nothings

My husband writes me sweet nothings even if he is not around and when I find them, I smile from ear to ear.

I also got a poem today:
My days are long,
My bed is cold.
But when the labs have flown their last box,
and the planes are back in their spots,
My weekends with Stephanie are nothing but joy.

I know it made you throw up in your mouth a little.
Thats ok, you'll get use to it.


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