My wheel with all the spokes or my circle with all the slices is not going to hold all of my world, our world!!! Smile and laugh that beautiful laugh you have my sweet wonderful husband. I’m writing to you when I am on here. I know you are so proud of me, but I want to go above and beyond. Somehow. I don’t know exactly how I will get to above and beyond, but I won’t stop! So I sit listening to country music, freezing cold, in my warmest ever popular pants of late, a sexy shirt covered with my long purplish flannel shirt and my cloud and star fuzzy slippers. I have no doubt you would find me cute as a button! I have index cards all over the desk and under my arms as I type, filled with my well-rounded thoughts. I don’t know if you have noticed since you have worked every day this week,hard,and been sick and eaten and dropped into bed in a nyquil stupor. But I barely open my closet and then pitch items in! HaHa! I have all my old writings and scribbles and boxes and photos ALL OVER the floor. Heaven forbid I walk in there in the dark. I could trip and farely knock myself out falling and hitting my head on totes or the chest. I have to admit, I have hidden pictures in there. You were amazing to go through all our family albums and keep one’s for us. But in the chest. Well. The whole bottom was full of more albums my sweet sweet man. Which made for more memories,more pieces to fit in the spokes of our wheel or that big circle of our life. Or the diagram of The Five Balls I read about in a James Patterson book, “Suzanne’s Diary For Nicholas”.
Fragile,delicate,precious,but strong. And Growing! Our well-rounded is huge,full of blessings! So, I love you and must go and write something…
