I’m looking forward to opening the door and seeing you standing there. I always rush to kiss you so quickly that I barely have time to see you first. I’m going to try not doing that. Can you help me? Can you take my face in your hands as say, “good morning, tiny baby. I love you?” Then, just look at me for a long moment. I want to feel you leaning down to kiss me. I want to receive. I want softness.

I want to float just above you in my bathtub while I clean your ears. I want you to hold me and say dirty things in mine. I want you to pretend to lay eggs for me to collect while I call you “my pretty bird.” I want you to say my name with purpose like you did earlier yesterday on the phone after clicking back over from another call. I liked that a lot.

Sweet, sweet, Craig, I sure like being around you. Please read the following sentence twice: You comfort my soul with your words and with your touch.