I love that so much.

I’m still finding notes and money from beyond the grave.
The best find? A note I apparently wrote on toilet paper, tucked in one of his books. It said, ‘28 years and I still love the sh|t out of you.’ Classy, right? I’m framing it. Who needs a love letter on fine stationery when you’ve got bathroom brilliance? Hallmark could never.


Making love with the windows open while a lightning storm rages outside?