Dear Matt,
Last night you came home around midnight. I wasn’t expecting you until about two and was about to go to bed. I showed you my idea for my sunflower framing which you actually liked and didn’t think was too busy. You brought me several glue options to help finish my project: one of several perks of dating an architect is that you always have top notch arts and crafts supplies. I scurried to the bed and did a small belly flop onto it. You came to lie down next to me. You scratched my back a little and then quickly flipped onto your stomach in expectation of scratchy retaliation. I made you scratch my back and my side a bit more, which of course led to tickling. I laughed really hard because I couldn’t get away from your forever-long arms and your bony piano fingers. I kept trying to roll out of reach but you were still there. I eventually gave you a well deserved back-scratchin’ while making “Itchy & Scratchy” noises. At some point you made our bunnah Bits “poop” by doing the lollipop sound with your finger as you hopped her up and down my back.
I was also reminded of why I call you “Awesome Matt.”
There was a cockroach siting when you went to the bathroom. You shuddered and yelped a bit like a girl, but that’s okay, it was a monster who may have eaten you so I’m glad you have all your limbs.
We didn’t succeed in killing the cockroach in the bathroom. That’s okay. for now . . .
This morning you actually needed to get up earlier than I did and again Bits was “popping” along my back and I cried “Bits, you’re so POOPY!” which made you bust out laughing. Mr. Jimmy Fuzz yelled at Bits in his deep voice and Christopher Bear declared “You rabbits are retarded, you effing morons!”
So, about last night: pretty sure I fell in love with you all over again.
Love,
Katie
