Sunday, September 4, 2016

An Open Letter

Dear Sarah,

Let me get the unpleasantly out of the way first ... yeah, I go nuts over Georgia football, cuss out loud during games, drink too much and take up all the space in bed leaving you to kick and punch in your fight for sleep ... but you never leave my side.

Oh my God ... I'm just humbled by your love.

And you laugh when you lecture me, waking you up again as I stumble in from the Breakfast Club ... "Two hours! You kept me up two hours last night! This is after you fell asleep on the couch with your Shazam hanging out in front my parents ... Laurel took a picture and wanted to post in on Facebook but I wouldn't let her."

Sharing this laying in bed, dying for sleep, you make a fist as though you're going to punch me but ... all I feel is love.

Then you laugh as you roll over to reclaim sleep and my heart is completely yours.

I lavish you with love in my ways ...making sure your juice is poured and coffee made in the mornings ... cooking and cleaning so you don't have to ... lugging shit around you want lugged ... eventually helping you with whatever project is of utmost importance at the moment  ... being parental advisor to the girls while secretly loving them fiercely ... lusting after you as you stumble to the bathroom to pee.

You lavish me too with ... ear plugs because my ears keep getting infected when I swim ... keeping me stocked in cosmetics for my outdoor shower ... boiled peanuts ... wine ... black running shorts ... University of Georgia tee shits.

Honestly, I have no idea what I would do without you.

My favorite saying of yours is ... "You have no idea."

It goes back to when we talked after a decade without and I mumbled something about you and me reconnecting and you said ... "You have no idea."

I still don't most of the time.

But I do know how much I love you.

And I know how much you love me.

And it's everyone else who has no idea.

ME