You are my heart.

I can't wait to come home to you. I'll see the prairie splay of stars reflecting on your silent eyes. We'll laugh at the way the sun plays games through the lazy boughs of weeping birches. Sidewalk chalk will make us sneeze as the westerly wind will chase it up our sunlit noses. Cold beer will subdue our restless spirits on sultry summer nights.

I simply can't wait to come home and be in your company again.