finally got to say approximately 1/4 of all the things i've ever needed to say to you. too bad you were drunk on the other end of the telephone and i was crying.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
has been sleeping at my feet while i've been type type typing and i think he just had a dream about nursing. his lips were smackety smack a mile a minute just like he was a little teeny baby two years ago!