Upon returning from the Hole on Sunday afternoon, we ran into Kristen, who noted that she'd left a little something on the front stoop. I took it inside, set it on the table, forgot about it for a while, and then decided to open it an hour later on.
For the first time during the entire weekend, I completely lost it. What she had written in that card was so incredibly beautiful - and then I saw the backs of the honey bears. Oh man oh man oh man.
I am truly blessed to have people like this in my life.
