Miss T,
I try to pay attention but some things pass right by me. That or I may have to admit a little denial. The other morning after you had a shower you cleared the bottom half of the mirror so you could see yourself, I assume, then cleared a little border around the rest to create a canvas and left a hand print in the middle. A perfect design. You are growing into yourself and it seems designer is inherent. Now if I can only get you to save a little more hot water for me.
The hugs you give out of nowhere and say “I’m sorry” are killing me. I expect a few mood swings, nothing to be sorry about. 2 years ago, according to you, I didn’t know everything. Although you did ask me what an orgasm was so I guess you think I know something. What’s next? No matter. 2 years from now I won’t know anything. How long is that going to last? I hope I can stick to my guns and ride out the storm.