I just had idea for a snowglobe featuring a lovers spat. I just want to put the idea here so I don’t forget it. Just two people working through some things in the midst of swirling glitter and artificial snow. I want to both celebrate the messiness of human relationships and keep the messiness confined to a glass sphere.

I am so looking forward to seeing you, Craig. I miss your cheeks against my cheeks. I am especially excited to know a wall kiss is coming my way. It really gets me when you do that. I loved that then—the first time you did it. I can remember it clearly. Did you tell me you were going to do it before you did it? Anyway, I love it now. I love waiting for it, longing for it. I love the experience of loving you.

I am going to delight in your precious company, my baby. I love our time together. I am going to pet your head and your face and hold your hands in mine.

I’ve told you before that you make me feel like a teenager. I think it’s largely because I feel so open with you. I just put it all out there in a way that most people don’t by the time they’re old enough to have their heart broken a few times—including myself. I don’t know if I’ve ever just totally given up trying to be cool and just let myself fall into another person like this. I just couldn’t help it, though. That’s all I can really say for myself. I have done what my body told me to do and I have followed my heart . Take both, baby.