and try not to die at how freakin’ cute it is. called ‘to my wife‘, the dude who writes it leaves little notes to his future wife.
I’VE GOT Several big sweaters in my 2nd drawer, they’re at your disposal if you’re chilly.
ON THE STREET It’s icy, grab my hand. If I go down you’re coming with me.
OUR CAR I hope you like Wranglers.
CHRISTMAS MORNING French toast? Yah, that’s what I thought. Nom nom nom.
WHEN WE LAND In the Caribbean for whatever reason, I promise I will never clap. I’ll roll my eyes with you at the people who do.
… i need to stop, otherwise i will repost the entire blog. a collective MEH. (and i shall refrain from mentioning that he sounds like my dream guy, since i have already found mine. ahem.)