Thursday, October 29, 2009
Late last night, I'm so tired I'm crying, the smell of stale hamburgers in the room, mugs of cold coffee everywhere, patient texting from our loved ones wondering where we are, the night janitors have started vacuuming, the heating's too low and all I can think of is bed bed bed. Mary relaxes and stretches her arms way over her head. She looks at all the work we've done. She sighs happily and utters the perfect words:
Anna! I love us.
Thank you, Marylove. I love us too.