It seems that great minds do think alike – last night as I was writing my post on one computer about Mike – he was writing about me. I was too tired from the podcast, and after writing my emotionally draining “Crafty Family” essay, I didn’t have any more profound writing left in me. Honestly, he said it better than I ever could have.
My mind is overflowing with thoughts about how wonderful he is and I could never have asked for a better man to share my life with. They are so jumbled I can’t even begin to write them, but I’m going to go and try to tell him as well as I can. As soon as I find some tissue.