Dear Helen

This morning I seen a number plate that read E22GG and almost clapped with excitement to share it with you. But you weren’t there. You were off to work and I was off to University. Moments before you were kissing me goodbye through the car window pretending to be about to take my head off by winding it up. I love it when you smile. You’re so beautiful and funny and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone. Yours are the lips I want to kiss every morning and the ones I want to almost be homeless with and the ones who peck my dogs on the head when they are being silly. Someday, the lips that will brush the strawberry blonde heads of my children. I love you. 

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