I keep odd hours. This isn't news, I know, just a preamble... christ, quit arguing and just fucking pay attention.
If I may get back to what I was saying (thank you); I keep odd hours, and I almost never see my wife in the morning. In the rare instance that I do see her in the morning, it's when we're crossing paths as she's getting up & I'm going to sleep.
As a result of having no direct communication in the mornings, I always leave her a note. For a long while it was just something sweet, or functional, scribbled out on a small square of paper, from a University of Colorado notepad.
More recently I've taken to leaving more elaborate notes, generally in the form of a folded 8 1/2 x 11 sheet, on which I'll draw whatever the hell comes to mind, and then leave the sweetness & necessity on the inside.
Yesterday was different however. She began a new job yesterday. The event, and its accompanying nerves, required something special, so this time, I didn't fold the paper. That's right; the full 8 1/2 x 11. I'm not certain quite why, but I've decided to share it with you:
