The other day, I had to go to the supermarket for some things for work. I went in before my shift started, but I had very limited time, so I was trying to hurry. But I couldn’t find anything I was looking for, and there was some sort of weird busy mob, like 5:45pm is the ideal time to go grocery shopping. So I was ducking in and out of crowds, not quite running, but walking extremely fast. And I got to an aisle that looked promising, and while I was browsing for hot chocolate mix, I came across a gluten free area. And I completely stopped in my tracks, and just stared at all the gluten free things, and contemplated which of them you’d like best. There were all sorts of things. I’m terrible at cooking; I’ve never successfully made anything. But I always find myself wanting to cook things for you. I don’t even cook for myself. I’m too lazy. But you make me want to do things I normally don’t do. Like cook. And write. And go out more often. And maybe take some classes, but I don’t think I’m quite there yet. We’ll see.

Today is our four month day, I love you so much. You are the most beautiful person I know.