Westward

Good morning my little sweetheart. Heading Westward to see your folks tonight. The flight is a bit earlier than usual. It’s the one direct flight each day to SMF.

I’m so looking forward to see your folks - Sylvia is, too. And I’ll come up to the Angel in Davis, probably tomorrow, and sit there - where I know you are not tethered but merely alight to comfort and guide me - to talk and listen for you.

I’m such a homebody these days, my little sweetheart. I’m very anxious and resistant to even leaving the house. Maybe I always was a bit. I certainly liked to just stay in with you, didn’t I, always?

There’s something both wonderful and bittersweet about getting on planes, my little sweetheart, and even the subway and AirTrain journey to JFK - it reminds me so of coming to see you and how you would be too excited to sleep the night before and not in the least abashed or cool about telling me so. Waking up before sunrise, I’d already have messages from you excited to meet me in a few hours.

May it be again and ever so. Let me fly to you where you are and be in your arms forever.

With all my love…