I got a letter from John today. I’ll spare you the mushy stuff, but I can’t help but share just a little…it brought me so much joy tonight:
“Your granola makes me happy. The images of you making it using the tiny stove in your/our apartment, “with love” of course, manage to flash across my mind with every bite…I can’t stop thinking about finding a job in Philly, so that we can move back in with each other and cease this distance nonsense.”
Love that kid. Embryo can take a backseat while I reread it 4-8 more times.