04-24-02 - 8:36 a.m.
patrick dashed in this morning to kiss me. since he's no longer my employer, he tried to give back his key to the lobby. i wouldn't take it. we created this hotel together. it's our baby. we've nurtured it, fought and screamed over it and watched it falter and succeed. we've initialed our love for it (and each other) in wet cement. his key is one more bittersweet reminder that our child is growing up and moving on.