I see lots of really sweet girls writing loving things to their husbands in public forums.
Mr. Right doesn't read my public forums.
And anyways, I give him puh-lenty of words in person. On a daily basis.
So maybe not loooving words, but . . .
I will make an exception here.
Well, a bitty sized exception.
I have some things to tell him.
Maybe not loooooving things, but. . .
Dear Mr. Right,
Today, going through my camera, I remembered this moment from last week.
*sigh*
I thought, "Criminey. Why aren't I hot-doggety rich? And why in heavens name do we have four children?"
I also remembered a few other things.
Remember when you said, "Why are standing in the middle of that bridge blocking all those people just to take a picture...and why in the world did you need 200 pictures of the same thing?"
The reason, Mr. Right, is I am clueless with my camera settings. I have to make 200 adjustments before I get jee-ust - what - I - want.
This was what I wanted, people waiting to cross the bridge be hanged.
Remember when you said, "It's our last day here and I am ready to go home, aren't you?" and I just stared at you for a full minute?
The reasons, Mr. Right, is because I disagreed with you completely.
And instead I was thinking of this.
Remember when you said, "Take a picture of this, there is nobody in line behind you and it would be a nice picture."
You were right.
That's all.
I'm out of words.
Oh wait,
Remember, Mr. Right, how I love you for taking me somewhere sunny?
Yup.
Loooooooooove.