Hi love!

You know that I’m excited to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m happy to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m humbled to get to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m thankful to be your boyfriend.

But do you know how incredibly proud I am to be your boyfriend?

Any time anyone ever mentions you to me, or asks about you (or I even hear the name Ashley), I break out in the hugest smile.

“I get to be HER boyfriend,” I think.

This weekend you’re running a half marathon, and that kind of blows my mind.

As I recently learned, from you reading me your old journal posts for 3 hours, you hated running.  

I also learned that you hate people who are unclear about what they want.  (I want you!)

And I learned that before all the… unpleasantness, you wished you were Britney Spears.  (Ah hee hee hee <—- Barney Rubble laugh.)

But this is about the running.

You hated it.  Now you can run 13+ miles.  (And with the length of your perfectly shapely legs, that’s about 876 of my miles.) And I’m really, really impressed with you.

I hope you are too.

You’ve worked hard for this, butt.

In the mornings!  You.  The morning.

You decided you were going to do it, and then didn’t let anything stop you.  Not weather.  Not sleepiness.  Not even missing out on PuppyLouiscuddles.  And those are some right good cuddles.

I hope you enjoy the experience.  I hope you enjoy the weekend hanging out with the girls.  I hope Dawson and Joey can figure it out.  Those two kids are made for each other!

And I sincerely hope that you’re proud of yourself.

Because Sunday I’ll be tracking your race progress online and telling anyone who’ll listen about my rock star girlfriend.

Though I do that second part pretty much every day anyway.

Love,
Peter