We’ve switched up the weekly schedule and now I can see you three nights a week
instead of only two. The trade-off is that the other two nights combined are about what one was before. That’s okay. The quality doesn’t change. I’ll take quantity.
My first week of work. The job with endless possibilities, both for me and for you. The things I can give you. Oh, the places we’ll go. Talking about traveling eventually that has become “Yes. Let’s plan a trip to Fiji next year. ”
The Mediterranean cruise after that.
So many options. All the time we’ll need.
A rough week at work for you. Endless texts and minutes explaining. Trying to comfort you and calm you down. The way your whole body tenses when you’re angry or frustrated.
I’m glad it’s never been directed at me.
Laughing, promising you a picnic where you can count the stars. Stopping by the store on my way to you.
Prosciutto, sopressata, fresh mozzarella in water, sweet onion crackers, club crackers, pimento stuffed olives, grapes, strawberries, apples, maple bacon onion jam, and a bottle of wine. I love a good moscato.
Meeting you, just coming in the door, rushing you off to take your shower so that I can sneak into the kitchen and put it all together.
Presentation is half the battle.
Giggling, watching your eyes light up, touching and tasting everything. Grinning at your eagerness. Sitting back with the wine and watching you.
I’ve never been so happy.
I promise, my love, to always bring you prosciutto and mozzarella when you’ve had a bad day.