Love, your Number One fans. ♥

My love,

The boys and I wanted you to know that we love you and that you're aces in our book.

Thank you for keeping our little "family" together and for always fighting to keep it that way.  There is not a day that goes by we don't count ourselves lucky that we have you in our lives.

Sure, we're quite a handful, the boys and I, and we know we test your patience most days but do know that we will go to the ends of the earth for you just to make you smile.

Some people may think we're a bit cuckoo for thinking what we have is a real family but so what?  Who says we can't be real?  We have love, we have fun and most of all, we have each other and that's what a family is all about.

We love you baby... the boys and I.  However, and I think the boys will agree, I love you the most.  I can't begin to list down just how much I do.

My heart and my mind is full of you.  When I  come across something funny or interesting, you are the first person I want to share it with.  When I am sad, it's your arms that I want around me.  When I'm happy or proud of something I've done, I want you to be proud of me too because you matter my love.

These days, despite the overwhelming number of reasons to stay sad and hopeless, I am with hope and my heart is full of smiles.... because of you and the boys.  We are yours, always and only.

Always and only...

He is mine.

It shouldn't be this hard, should it?

People often say that love is easy when it's real and that when it's true love, it is nothing short of perfect.  There's no drama, no late nights spent worrying about the small stuff.  Just pure, unadulterated bliss.

Maybe it's the cynic in me but if that's the case, then true love doesn't exist.  That or it exists but wouldn't know how to find me if there was a big, pulsating red arrow pointing at me.

I've come to realize that all my (failed) relationships only had one thing in common.  Me.  Maybe there's something in me that turns decent, honest men into cheating, manipulative sons of bitches.

I am a mess of conflicting emotions.

This is me flailing my arms.

I'm alive.  I am well.  I am loved.  Just extremely preoccupied with other stuff.... which is a euphemism for extreme laziness. Bite me.

Also... I'm mouse hunting like crazy... so shhhhh be vewwy vewwy quiet.