You are the sort of man who would crawl from the foot of the bed in a blanket tunnel to kiss my nose. You’re also the sort of man who would fall to his knees for me. You celebrate your feelings for me when we are together. I think that’s what I’m getting at.

I was thinking today about how you were when we met nearly eight years ago. Specifically, I was thinking about your silliness. That was definitely still there. And then I was thinking about how your silliness comes from a place of joy. You were joyous when we first met, baby. You used to laugh like you couldn’t believe what was happening. I think that’s so sweet. And I was silly with you too. Our silliness is part of our intimacy. Oh, and you still laugh like that.

I love being silly with you. I love telling each other the nasty things we are gonna do to each other. I love when we actually do the nasty things. I love when we forget to do the nasty things and do sweet things instead. It’s all just sweetness, silliness, and nastiness.

I am so glad the marathon is over and I don’t have to worry about how to handle that commitment. I feel like I did the right thing for me today with respect to that. Now I can forget about it. My baby is sweet to me. The marathon is over. All is right in the world. I must make the bar exam my bitch.

I think I might actually sleep through the night baby. I’m going to fall asleep thinking about having my butt pushed up against you. I love that, baby. And I love you with all my heart. I really do.

I can’t wait to wake up to another day with you in my life. That’s the dang truth.