Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear Bubba,

Sometimes I almost forget how much I miss you - and then suddenly it's sitting on the kitchen table, staring me straight in the face.


When you come back you can have all the hugs you want, even if that means letting you in my bubble. (=P)
You can borrow my stuff
And annoy me on purpose.

I won't even care.

I just can't wait to have you home.
I hope you know how proud I am of you.

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