I hope these eight have been wonderful for you. They’ve been pretty good for me too. I think I’ve said it before, but Stephanie, I think of you and smile. I miss you. I miss talking daily. I miss who you are. That doesn’t mean I’m unhappy. It doesn’t mean I want you to do anything but what you’re doing, or me anything but what I’m doing. I just miss telling the ins and outs of days with someone very special.
I love you, Goldfarb. Happy Chanukah. Thank you for being the wonderful one that you are. You make many days brighter… even mine from a distance.
I look forward to one day, again, saying that aloud.
and for your crazy 8. funny carrot things.
Be well, dear one.