An Open Letter

Highway hypnosis has really gotten me. I’m on the verge of passing out right now. I keep finding myself doing these small little act of sweet things for E. We got a funnel cake and I kept finding the pieces without the whipped cream (which hurts her stomach), and I would put them on her side of the plate so that she could take them. It’s weird because normally I’m pretty forgetful but I kept thinking about her condition and what would be best for her on the rides. We’ve got to a point where we spend more than half of the week together, and part of me feels like that’s unsustainable, and another part of me wants to move in so that we can spend every night together.