LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

Dearest Deborah,

Today's the last day of school, it's hot outside, the fan is on full blast, the windows are blocked by boxes, and I'm already hot and sweaty--and this makes me hotter and sweatier because I'm thinking of you. Passion can do that to someone.

How cool is that?

Just thinking of you makes me happy and glad and full of astonishment.

Love forever and always, Michael

Good Morning, Beautiful

Good morning, beautiful. What a grand start of the day. Dearest Deborah, did you see the beauty in the sunrise, the brilliance of the blue sky, the music of the wind and American robin harmonizing in the blossoming trees?

Some days everything is past perfect, past grand, past everything that is good with our world. This is one of them.

I know today will be a great day for both of us, a turning point in happiness—if one can have a turning point when happiness already abounds. A toast to you, dearest Deborah, that you have a grand and fantastic day.

Love forever and always, Michael

After a Lousy Day

After a lousy day that starts off with a killer toothache; after a lousy start—three fights on the playground (but the older students broke it up—I only had to discipline); after a lousy reading period; after a lousy, tasteless and very smelly lunch (which was impossible to eat); after a lousy party that caused friction and other bad things to happen (temper tantrums from seventh grade girls who did not qualify to attend and then their guardians saying they had a right to go to the party anyway even though the instructor claimed they did not qualify); after a lousy look at the standardized testing scores of the sixth graders; after all of this—

What a thrill to come home to you, to hear your voice, to forget the lousiness in the day, to not even have to talk about it or relive it because you are there—smiling and beautiful and everything that is not lousy at all.

After a lousy day, thank you for a perfect evening.

Love forever and always, Michael

ANOTHER GREAT DAY

Dearest Deborah,

It’s another grand day and it started with me thinking of you.

How perfect is that thought, me walking to work, the sun shining, the geese flying overhead, a raccoon rambling into someone’s yard, and me thinking of you—your perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect everything down to your toes.

I wanted you to know that I love you this much and more.

Love forever and always, Michael