A Word Before Bed

There's so many things I want to tell you, little sweetheart and I'm just about to go to bed. So, I'll tell you lots more tomorrow but one of the things was that I was remembering today one time when we were at the house in Davis you made some cookies. Usually baking was a big adventure there, a glorious one, but this time it was altogether stealthy. I didn't even know you'd mixed up the batter or had put them in the oven. You simply came out of the kitchen with a big plate of them, saying you didn't think they turned out very good. But of course they were! And as always it was just magic being there with you. Oh, my sweetheart. Earlier this week I was in a session with Jason. I can't remember which of the new songs we were playing but I had to sit down after, I was so moved. I looked up at Jason and said that every day I still somehow think you'll be here, that somehow you'll come back. I cried and cried. But in a way, you are here, aren't you, my love? In so many ways I know you try to let me know that. And I pray to be with you soon and forever. You're my everything, Summer. And I love you with all my heart and soul.