Dear Antonio,
You make me laugh. A lot. I remember a night a few weeks ago when we were eating chocolate chip cookies in bed and binge watching the last few episodes of Tyrant (ummm, anybody else?!?!). Tucker said, “It’s not surgery, it’s a coup!” and we both looked at each other and grinned. Best line of the night. Then you started talking about how Leslie Hope looked like Ryan Reynolds. Or maybe Evangeline Lilly. We got so tickled that I started taking screen shots of them and making photo collages of them side by side. At one point I was laughing so hard and looked at you and said, “I have no idea what it is we are laughing about.”
One of of my favorite things is how if something funny, or poignant, or memorable happens in the evening, you almost always text me mid-morning and ask some sort of follow up question. Sometimes it’s a wisecrack or a meme or lyrics to a song, but it’s always timely and I always smile. Remember that other day when I texted you about screaming in your sleep? That was one of the funniest things to happen ever. Even funnier was how the dog was staring at you so hard and how I jumped and said, “Why would you even do that?!” I laughed myself so awake that night, that I got out of bed and did some laundry at 1 o’clock in the morning. I sat in my office the next morning with tears rolling down my face while I thought about how funny it was.
Remember when you fed me a bite of that Three Musketeers in the parking lot at the gas station while I was supposed to be doing Whole30? And the girls were mad because you wouldn’t let them have a bite? And I asked you if it had the same number of calories in it if I swallowed it or held it in my mouth for a few minutes first? It was so good.
And just in case you were wondering, I’m a huge fan of those red shorts and your denim shirt. And of your gifs. Maybe you should curate a selection of your favorites for me to share here. Surely I’m not the only one who would appreciate your stellar humor.
Yours,
Margarita
