But when you're not - when you're hot and sweaty and tired, after a horrible day, I will want to find the ways to ease you into home - to the sanctuary we make. I want to see you then, at your worst. Just as when you're the happiest you've ever been. And I want to know you in the struggle, finding ways to hold you up and encourage you.
I am a little flighty from time to time. I forget things sometimes - like when I'm really busy. It's kind of annoying. Promise me you'll be patient with me.
I want to hug you so bad right now. So bad, baby. You had better be affectionate with me or I will go insane. If you're not, you had better learn right this very minute. I mean it, buster. This is not negotiable. This is a "it's my way or the highway" kind of situation.
I'm proud of you.
I write these things as often as they come to my mind, after so many birthday's passing, I have much to say. Someday, I'll give them to you. And you will know that while we were dancing around it, I was loving you all along.
Waiting for you,