Dear Wigleaf,

It's been too long since we've seen each other. I'm trying not to think about things I'm missing right now, but still—I like to think that there is another version of our lives, one where things have gone back to normal or were never not-normal, where I'm giving you a hug instead of this note. You aren't having to sing a funereal "Happy birthday" (2x) as you wash your hands after touching my postcard. Maybe we're eating food out of a shared bowl, maybe we're pressing our hands to one another's faces. Can you imagine!
 
I don't know, Wigleaf. I'm not a big one for holidays, but I'm going to miss insisting we get to the movie theater an hour early, so we can get the best seats on Christmas Day; and I'm going to miss our dinner at the one Indian restaurant in Ocala. So how about we make a plan? You and me, we'll choose a movie and a time—we'll agree on a few recipes—we'll imagine our spirits are here, right here, at each other's sides as we dirty every pot and pan in our kitchens. We'll hold our plates on our laps, and synchronize our start times, and text each other until the movie ends.

xoxo,
Ellen