Knowing you, knowing me.

My dear Lo,

I saw this. I thought of you. Because of this and the great feeling of sadness I felt upon seeing it, I am going to go put on another pot of tea and finish your letter once and for all. I wish I would have that gentle knowing inside me that I would be at your Christmas table this December. Until we see each other again, here is a short letter, a promise of a longer one in the mail, and one great mustache. I miss you.

With love, Madge.

Stolen from The Selby. Without permission, as always.