Day 624

Dearest Hannah,

It’s been 45 days since I’ve seen or talked to you.

This morning we met with another architecture firm about the museum/distillery. It was a very good meeting and my boss wants to work with them. He told them so. They have to send a proposal of services over to him and all that, but Ed’s pretty certain this is the right firm. So, we have an architect to design the building. Holy caca! This is really happening, baby girl! I just had to make a short post to you about it. Writing to you is the best part of every day for me. It is no substitute for talking to you and seeing you, of course, but right now it’s the only thing I can do.

I miss you. I love you.