Preface

You cannot fathom. You cannot fathom how much I love you. At least, not yet. However, maybe these notes will help you to understand.

• Yes, one month ago, I accidentally cracked an egg on my shoe instead of the bowl.
• Yes, one month ago, I stained my mother’s apron with icing.
• Yes, one month ago, I attempted to grab a half-dozen cupcakes iced with “BE MINE” to formalize what we’d both been feeling.
• Yes, one month ago, I could call you mine after months of chasing after you.
• Yes, one month ago, I made the best decision I will probably make all year.

It’s hard to type these up. Not because it evokes an uncomfortable emotion, but because some of these notes were hurriedly scribbled on a variety of items. For example, The Ice was written in the inside of the wrist band and That Elusive Feeling was drafted on the back of a piece of paper left on your desk. Others were typed directly into my phone. Both, as you can imagine, represent the rawest emotion I could generate. For they come from my heart and remain relatively untouched by my brain. You’ve read excerpts of a few (The Hammock and The Rock), but some others will be new.