Good Morning, Chris 🌅 I hope you slept in peace last night, Your message tucked me in just right— A sweet goodnight that kissed my dreams, Like sunlight pouring through the seams. I read your words with quiet care, Each one a thread of something rare. Your thoughts, your hopes, the things you seek, They touched me more than words can speak. You want a woman strong and true, Who gives her heart and sees things through. Affectionate, real—no games, no guise, With love that laughs and never lies. That Miss Olivia line made me grin, Felt like a place I could begin. ’Cause I want that too—that easy flow, Where kindness blooms and both hearts grow. And dinner? Oh, that cozy plan— Chicken, pork chops, salad, and Brussels sprouts with wine and light, A meal to share, a soft, still night. I pictured us with sleeves rolled high, Cooking slow as music sighs. The kind of scene that feels like home, Where neither heart is left alone. And you asked me, where am I? Not in the ’80s, but riding high— In a place where peace and love align, Where I feel strong, and life feels kind. Emotionally open, body and soul, Ready for something brave and whole. Not rushing, but willing to see Where love might take the heart in me.