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My Art Institute of Chicago


Jordan,

You make it all better. I have known many people and have no frame of reference for you. I meant what I said tonight: You are a FORCE OF NATURE. Where others are a painting, you are the Art Institute of Chicago. Your layers, your stories are boundless and exquisite.

I look forward to the tour of you, learning what each painting, each brush stroke represents and am so grateful we found one another and can make some oil paintings of our own. (Clothing optional. Ha.)

I wanted to put this out in the musing world for you have been there, listened, validated, shared, and loved me in such a unique and MIRACULOUS way. I hope that my future husband has some of the traits you so effortlessly exhibit. (pun intended, but honestly caught later in the proofreading process) :-)

There is NO ONE like you.

Thanks for all you are and for making the "faithless, pensive nights" less lonely.

My Jojo Joy, my Sally, my sister... :-)

Dustin

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Jordan LaSalle said…
You are so wonderful!!!! Love you and thank you for this beautiful writing. Mmwah!

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