Thank you for loving me, even when I’m sad or angry or worried or stressed or nauseous or in The Hole. I don’t know how you do it, but I’m so glad you do.
You suck. That is all.
Thank you for providing music and stories and photos and things to anticipate during this madness. I totally understand now why the world loves you. Borahae.
Is there anything you can’t do?! Today you steamed my mama’s tamales to perfection. Last week you cooked my pinto beans to the creamiest, most delicious versions of themselves. Before that, you made making veggie marinara quick and easy. What shall we do next?
I missed you. Ready to play? 😉