The One With Nights At The Long Table.

Dear Lover,

I believe in you and me.
And a really long wooden table.
With a hodgepodge of chairs.
Filled with the bums of our children.
Assorted candlesticks glowing along the center.
Our glasses filled with fruity champagne.
And fizzy water for the kiddos.
Our kiddos.
With their feet dangling.
Swinging.
Propped up on their elbows to reach for another buttered roll.

Love,
Me.