It is evening again. We went shopping for marbles, boxes, paints, and stamps. You got a few paint brushes too. It brings me back to the beginning of our relationship, when I was young and stupid, and I told you that I want to paint you nude. I had pictures in my head of you running around the camper naked. I know now that will never happen. You are way too much the modest man. Shy in your nakedness, that is what you are. I love you for it. .....