My husband sent me an email yesterday with nothing but a link.
Turns out he had run across a website where you can make a movie.
The title of it was "Missy Loves Walker" so I expected something sweet and adoring and mushy regarding our marriage of almost seven years. Like, a rewrite of the Joanie Loves Chachi theme song I used to sing my heart out to in seventh grade. You look at me, soft as any touch could be...
Instead, I got this.
I should have known better.
But, I must admit, I did fall in love a little bit more.
I'll write this in my special perfumed journal.