Sitting on the couch that will once again serve as my bed, my knees touched like they never do and the plate sat high. I thought I'd do my best to keep my self out of the pits, but it just wound up with your DVD sitting next to the player and me crying all over a cake that you made. T.V. all blue-screened and silent. A birthday weeks off. I hope you meant what you said about birthdays and children and cake in bed on mornings. If any of the parts come true, I assure you dear I'll hold you to the whole.