I love that on a random day in August I can text you and ask you to come bowling and swimming with us, and you’ll just say “yes, of course.” Never mentioning that you maybe had something else you were going to spend your afternoon doing. In spite of your shoulder hurting.
I’m petrified of the day I’ll lose you and I won’t be able to just call you to ask your advice, tell you about my day, see how your trip was, share a new wine I found because we both love the same wines, or ask you to come bowling and swimming with us.
Maybe that’s why your answer is always, “yes, of course.” I love you.
