Goss

This isn't the letter I set out to write. I was laying it out in my head as the evening's events unfolded. First, about the gossip from my Thing One that I so desperately want to share with you (don't worry, it's not that juicy… but I would love to talk to you about anything and everything, but especially things that are important to me… to you… to us).

Then, about how I couldn't help but to smile tonight, imagining what you might have whispered to me between those songs if I had had the privilege to sit beside you (again)…

But it all went out the window the moment you turned that dazzling smile my direction.

Oh, gosh, how I needed that.

You have no idea.

Your smile is so good for my soul.

You. Are so good for my soul.

sigh

I am so in love with you, it's almost silly.

And seriously, that bit of gossip truly isn't all that exciting but maaaan I so wanna talk to you about it over some coffee or beers or something… put our heads together, theorize, see if maybe your Thing One has any insight… Goodness, they're at such an exciting age…

Ahem. Anyhow.

Yours. Always.