Dear Willie, I love you. Love, Me.
(PS, my husband and I are going to hear you, Merle and Ray play next week.
Pay him no mind, please. He means nothing to me, I swear.)

Long before I ever thought I would get married, I had an imaginary list of future husbands, including, but not limited to: Ethan Hawke, Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson, Steve Albini. . .hmmm, I'll think of several more that are escaping me right now.
However, then I met my schmoopsie poopsie, who has replaced all of them in my heart, and yesterday that little dear bought us tickets to see Willie live! I think that cow poke just lassoed my heart all over again.