The other night we were going to make a big home-cooked meal. Instead we went to the cheapie Japanese place that has become a favorite around the Landa-Sandler household. Then Adam decided he wanted to drive my car (I almost said I'll never understand his attachment to my hoopty, but I actually do) and we wound up cruising around the lake.
Talking to Adam comes so easily. It always has. I just look at him and so much comes spilling out. I told him how love makes you different, how he hooked my life and spun me in a new direction, and how I am so grateful.
"Duh," he said.
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