May 19, 2012

My dearest,

You are heading in for some minor surgery today. Something to correct your sinusitis. It’s nothing serious, your doctor assures us, but of course any medical operation is a cause for concern.

I remind you that you’ll be able to breathe easily after this. After all, I had my sinuses worked on when I was fifteen. Eighteen years of clear nasal cavities ain’t something to sneeze at, if you’d pardon the pun.

I hug you and tell you you’ll be fine. You smile and hug me back.

Then I go and tell everyone that you’re getting a nose job. There’s time for me to run and hide before you figure this out, I hope.

Yours, ever and always.