Rock

Dearest Burkeeeee,

First, I don't ever call you "Burke" or "Burkeee."

I do giggle when I hear others call you "Burkeeee," though.

Anywho, you're my rock.

I've been not doing well lately.

I've been struggling with dark thoughts, extreme physical and cognitive fatigue, mood swings that are confusing, and more.

All the things!

You are just steady.

Yesterday, you took me to lunch.

It was yummy.

Kneaders is almost always yummy.

We laughed about my weird eating habits (only the middle of cinnamon rolls, only the parts of chocolate chip cookies that actually have the chocolate chunks, NEVER sharing my food but expecting everyone else to share with me!)

Then you took me to get my blood work done.

I was brave.

You were a comedian.

We went home, said hello to the kids, then went and got pedicures and my nails fixed.

Those girls LOVE you.

They LOVE when Burkeeeee comes to get his pedicure.

They have the biggest crushes on you.

We went home.

You took care of dinner.

And winked at me.

I went to bed.

And slept well for the first time in a long time.

I love you.