The two hundred and sixty-seventh thing I love about us is that when I feel I can't begin to live up to you, you always tell me I don't have to.
I thought about writing a poem in response to your entry from yesterday. But I was so happy with yours, I knew I wouldn't be happy with mine. (Even though I'm sure you'd be very happy with it. I'd still feel like I'd taken a half measure.)
So I'm going to write you a poem tomorrow, and today be content with knowing you're entirely fine about that.
And of course, basking in the glow of your poetic gift.
I'm better than fine with it!!!! Now I have something to look forward to all day tomorrow!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're really the best, Elle. I know you know that's as true as anything in the world to me.