Well, that handsome man flew off to Texas yesterday.
I know it's only about six weeks
(38 days to be exact),
but who's counting?
That doesn't mean I didn't cry like a baby when he left.
And all afternoon.
And a little before bed, too.
I know you'll read this sometime today after school,
and I just want you to know I love you.
You're my best friend.
I'll be back in your arms sooner than we know it.