Oh hello, Ashley!

I’ve very proud of and impressed with you.  Yes again.  Well, always.

This time it is for the project you’re working on that I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk about publicly so I’ll just hint at it in an annoying way.

You put in so many hours.  You read.  You write.  You plan.

You kick so much butt.

I also really, really love that you include me.  

You ask my opinion.  You seek my advice.

You let me play a role in every part of it.

I love it.

We’re a team.

So even when I was otherwise planning on watching The West Wing with you, or had hoped we’d just hang out and be all obnoxiously in love while I stared at your awesome freckles, I am sitting at my desk.  Helping you.

And I’m smiling.

And you’re laughing, asking why I am looking at you like that.

I’m looking at you because every day I know you, I am becoming even more impressed with you.

I’m looking at you because I am so pleased and honoured to be involved in the project.  With you.

I’m looking at you because you’re brilliant and determined and stunningly gorgeous.

I’m looking at you because I’m so unbelievably thankful that I get the opportunity to.

You’re amazing.

I love you.

Love,
Peter