Today when I started to cry it wasn't your fault.
I was just so hungry. And I had been looking forward to that teriyaki burger, fries, and a drink for hours.
How could you have known the debit machine at Carl's Jr. would be broken and you would have to scrape together what you had in the truck just to get me the burger?
And then, when you went back a second time because you could see there would be major problems if I didn't have fries, and I started to cry again...well, that wasn't your fault, either.
It's just that I really love you. Alot. And sometimes it makes me cry like I'm mad or something.
But I'm not.
Your Very Pregnant Wife