Every time I close my eyes my mind gets full. Of images past and dreams to make happen. Of all we've had so far. The trips, the places, the love, the meals, the tickets, the movies, the snuggles, the cooking. Of so much still ahead of us. The dinners we'll throw, the roadtrips we'll make, the living together, the books read in bed, the plans that will keep coming, the dreams getting bigger. And every day I cross a day off the calendar. And I go to sleep and think of that. To keep me company in night and bring me something to work harder for in the morning.