a little note.

Everyday I write Mr. B a note. It could be at night before I go to bed, on my lunch break, and sometimes even when I'm eating breakfast. The thing that I like about this is going back and reading what I wrote to him on specific days.

This one is one of my favorites.

In case you can't read my writing it says:

Hello. You know the one thing I hate more than you trying to pop my toes? You being so far away that you can't try to pop my toes. Missing you so much.

Just the thought of him popping my toes gives me the chills. Sometimes I don't even want to ask him to rub my feet in fear that he'll try and sneakily pull one of my toes.

I think I'm going to have to re-evaluate our relationship. :)