Bliss

Dear Aaron,
You are far far away right now. Across the Atlantic Ocean to be exact. We miss you terribly. I wanted to tell you how much we love you. The fact that on the eve of your departure you took the time to build us a bed speaks volumes about your patience. The three of us were huddled around the 50 slats of wood that would eventually become a futon frame, Nico mimicking you with his toy hammer. You called it bliss. My heart melted. I have it so good.