Suz,
Another year that I write but a few simple lines.
Each line will fail to convey the depth of my admiration for you.
Oy! it was so easy in the paper.
Five maybe six lines. That is all they give.
What can I do but say just one sentiment.
Or maybe two.
Now there are no limits. No constraints.
I have as much space as I want.
Like my love for you there is no end to the space.
All the opportunity. All the room.
To pontificate to my hearts content.
Over the years we sure have found many things to do.
To do together.
How lovely is that?
We take trips. Hike.
Go to the opera.
Whatever we like.
I like this stuff we do.
I like you.
I like the food we eat.
I like the people we meet.
On an airplane I like the aisle seat.
Walker and mason are in California.
Our folks too.
Here we are in Indiana.
Who would have thought?
This free form narrative started in a spot.
I rambled and wandered with no particular destination.
Much like us. We just travel the path together.
And go where we go.
Always nice to wander with you.
Love Bill
