Sometimes you think you know someone. You think, after seven years of marriage and nearly three kids that you have them all figured out, and there are no more surprises. And then she takes the girls shopping and sometime mid afternoon starts excitedly texting you pictures of the crack pipe she found in the mall parking lot.
Andrea, you are as beautiful, surprising, and innocent as the day we met. Never change, my love. But leave the crack pipe where you found it and drive away please.