February 24, 2012

My dearest,

“Where are the bath towels?” you ask.

“I’ve put them in the laundry basket,” I say, “go and get new ones.”

You go into the bedroom and return with a huge grin on your face. You toss me a couple of towels, one lands on my head.

“New towels! The ones we bought last month and forgot about! Feel how soft they are.”

I look at you and smile back. We let our faces and our fingers sink into the towel fur. So soft. So comfortable. What more do we need?

Yours, ever and always.