So much to say

I have so much I want to say about the last few weeks. I think I will write about a few things we did, so much fun. But the last few days, coming back home, both of us so sick at one point or another, me this week. Today I was so messed up, I slept on and off, all day. I felt so GOOD this morning, so alive, and then I whatever good benefit of sleep and medicine wore off. I passed out at 5, right when you got home, and woke up at 9. Now I'm up, and I thought I'd put that wakefulness to good use and get back on the keyboard.

You have been loving and understanding as I've been sick, and I really hate this feeling, and now being wide awake, yuck. I'm getting everything set for the morning; I WILL send you on your way with everything you need to make your day great. I love having the opportunity to do that for you. I will also feel better tomorrow. Things are clearing up, and writing again makes me feel like I am getting better already.

I want to share a few things about our trip, about the joys I have felt in our relationship, and I know I will. I know I'll feel better. I'm going to try to sleep now, and since I know you said you don't want me anywhere else, I'm going to try to sleep in bed, unless I disturb you. Then I'll just crash where I can be sure you'll get sleep.