LOVE LETTER TO MY WIFE, TUESDAY MORNING
Dearest Deborah,
It's sloppy outside, mud slipping out of the yards and across the empty lots, large puddles and drizzle falling like bits and pieces of night. I don't care. Even in the worst weather, I think of you and everything is sun shiny bright and beautiful.
You know what the hardest thing in the morning is? No, not waking up. No, not helping get the kids to school.
No.
The hardest thing is waking up and letting go of you.
Love forever and always, Michael
It's sloppy outside, mud slipping out of the yards and across the empty lots, large puddles and drizzle falling like bits and pieces of night. I don't care. Even in the worst weather, I think of you and everything is sun shiny bright and beautiful.
You know what the hardest thing in the morning is? No, not waking up. No, not helping get the kids to school.
No.
The hardest thing is waking up and letting go of you.
Love forever and always, Michael
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