Princess Cards she sends me...

I remember when you would hurry home from work eagar to dial the phone knowing that I would be there waiting and wanting to listen to your joys... to understand your concerns... giggling as you told your secrets... marveling as you shared what you had discovered in the record shop around the corner from home. We spent hours on the phone... bonding... connecting... laughing at life's pains... we shared and cared... as we grew closer.

Things feel so different now... as you rush home to your blog anxious to tell the (cyber)world about your new discoveries... Like an artist painting a picture you type up your wonderful review and then just before going to bed you contact me with the link and a goodnight kiss...

Hungry for more of you... I click on your link... and read your blog with delight... you are amazing... what a gift you have to be able to share your knowledge and opinions with such interest. How it warms me to stumble upon one of your silly little typos because I know how much you appreciate my "good-eye".

I slowly swallow your words... trying to absorb all that you've given as I watch your site meter rise. I'm so happy that you are happy... but oh how I miss your voice...

Last night you went to a show and this morning I got your message that you had an amazing time... but it seems that I will have to wait with the rest of the world for your review... you're "working on it now"... so it will be posted on your blog soon.

I just want to talk to you... have I lost you to your blog?

Wait... Is that the phone?? "Hi Baby!!"