"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see." -- C.S. Lewis

Here is a little letter to my husband, because I believe every wife should do this from time to time:

My dearest, sweetest, most handsome, sexy, amazing, glorious, heaven sent, dang good looking husband;

Be not alarmed, my dear noble man, on receiving this letter. I write without any intention of setting off any distresses; I write with the most humbling of intentions. There has been a dwelling passion building within me since last February, for the happiness of our joining cannot be too soon forgotten (if ever that is). And the efforts in which you have put forth in my behalf have quite moved me aside and I cannot let these emotions stay to myself any longer. You must, therefore, pardon the freedom with which I demand your attention.

Twas nearly nine and nearly three quartereth of a year since we first met, but I must confess I didn’t justly take notice of your strikingly fetching smile until our re-acquaintance two years past. It was when you bid me to dance and I placed on hand into your brawny hand and placed my other on your well-developed shoulder, I regarded the generous sparkle in your eye as you engaged in much talk. I was captivated by your wisdom of Star-wars and other matters in which your minded was well affianced in. From that time hence I awaited our dances together; in the following years I anticipated our passing’s in the hall of our institute and our subtle interactions through hasty glances talk and the occasional brief touch.

After you were relocated to states distant from my own, my heart yearned for yours and I ached to gaze upon your eyes just once more. I, however, did prominently delight in forthcoming exchanges. As on great human once inscribed; Distance makes the heart grow fonder; and that my dear it surely did. As you went off to your university to study the teachings of man and God, and then moved into the frontlines of our God’s army waving our Father’s title of liberty high triumphantly, my heart followed you all the way and I continued to yearn for you.

This, my love, is a faithful narrative of nearly every (not quiet, but just go along with me on this) event in which we have been concerned together. My darling dear, if there is any lesson I might have learned from our distance and our time apart, it is that I prominently value our time together. You may possibly wonder why all this was not said in confrontation; for the truth of everything here related and that which is too strong in my heart to convey in this letter is the unavoidable truth—that I will forever and always be in love with and indebted to you for your kindness . I shall endeavor to find some opportunity of more sufficiently expressing my love and appreciativeness towards your service and every abounding love in my behalf.

My heart could forever fly on wings of blazing passion and esteeming love; notwithstanding, my tongue cannot sufficiently sustain this adoration for you and I have run out of words to say. I will only further add my assurance of perpetual and eternal love and kindheartedness towards the one man I may ever love.

Faithfully Yours.

Je' t'aime beaucoup.