13 December 2009

dear husband,


























we are at the airport, and you are asleep. thank the Lord you aren't snoring. 


I wish we were sipping coffee, or a non-coffee alternative for me,  while we waited for our (once again) delayed airplane. But you aren't feeling good. 
And I'm just glad you're here with me.


You can take me for coffee when we get home.


love, 
your wife.

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