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Dear Mr. Nielson (at the ranch),
These days are long and exhausting without you.
Remember how much fun we have when we are together,
how we joke and laugh about almost everything?
Remember how we can't keep our hands off each other?
YOU are the only one who knows everything about me;
what I am thinking, who I am, what I want to become, my dreams and goals,
and you are the one who pushes me and pulls me at the same time.
I am me because of you.
I found a poem you wrote for me on my 24th birthday
when we were living in New Jersey.
I was sick and pregnant with Oliver and so very homesick.
Along with your poem you gave me a card which read:
"I know we've been through some crazy times together and we will
probably have some more, but there is no one I'd rather do it with than you!
(we had no idea what crazy was, did we?)
Look at what we've built
Look how far we've come
A thousand miles or more
Our tread by only some.
Hard as rocks on beaches
The life we know; we go
I kiss your hand, turn rocks to sand
My heart for you is full.
Wrapped up in arms we take it
However life demands
Sometimes we just fake it
Until we see we can.
Smooth things over baby
Smooth like you are
That's what you do, that's how you do it
You smooth things over when you're around.