Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Up in the Night
1 a.m. Can't sleep when Brett is out of town, especially this time. I know I'll pay for staying up. Just watched "Evening" again. Such a good movie. Baby fell asleep by me on the bed- arms and legs shooting in all directions like a little star in her soft pink sleeper. I couldn't stop staring. All kids needing the computer all night. One still awake. I remember those days-cramming for a test or writing a paper. The house is chilled and I have on a warm, soft sweater and my favorite cotton pajama pants. I wish I could wear them everywhere. I wish I had 10 pair instead of only 4. Could never have enough. I have butterflies in my stomach as I think about Brett interviewing for a job tomorrow. I don't know what I want to happen. I do know this. I don't tell the people I love in my life that I love them enough. I don't put my arms around them and say I love you every time I think it, sometimes never even though I think it a lot. Perhaps maybe we take each other for granted, thinking we will always be just right here doing the same things we are doing right now. Nothing will ever change. New day tomorrow with more chances. Time to go to bed. e
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I sat down on Sunday morning to write you another love letter. But then I realized there's nothing I can tell you that you don't already know. You already know I have a big fat girl crush on you...so...that's good. I've just been thinking a lot about you lately because of your threats and your trying to scare me and break my heart and stuff. If I ever had to cry on demand I could just think about you not being here. Oh. See? There it is. So at least I have that new skill.
Good luck to Brett (but not really) (but okay, really) (not really) (fine. Whatever. I don't know!)
Anyway, just wanted to respond to your post about telling loved ones that they are, indeed, loved ones by saying, "LOVE YOU!"
Oh great, KD is writing you love letters too??? If you DO move, you owe us another bd party. You know why. Love you. I swear I keep getting weird verification words like "menes" It's a (menopausal) sign.
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