Dear T,

Why are you so good to me? Why do you believe in me so much (more than I do at times)? Why don't I honor our work by following your advice more than I do? Why do you stick with me when I can be such a pain in the ***? How do you not become angry at me and yell at me at certain moments? What have I done to deserve your love, patience, understanding, caring, and support?

Love you hugs,
Eastcoaster