Dear Seth,

To sum it all up you're like a favorite novel I can't put down. The bindings and cover frayed from hands handling you so much, but what is underneath is worth reading and knowing. Some parts a little blotched from crying, pages a bit worn from gently caressing favored passages, others dog eared because I want to read later.

Though sometimes I put you off until late into the night I am always happy and excited to explore another chapter into what seems to be a never ending story. And today I seem to be reading you a little earlier than normal. That's okay because it makes me happy, bringing a smile to my face.

p.s. I love you