I told Patrick a few days ago that I missed when we wrote notes to each other in the beginning.
We used to leave them on our car windshields at school since we couldn't see each other, or leave them with coworkers so we would find them at work.
And lately I've just been missing them.
Not like it matters, because we tell each other how much we love each other every single day.
But there's just something about those darn love letters!
So I wrote him one at work yesterday. Just simple, and truthful, and loving.
When he came to my house yesterday, I was a little upset that I didn't get one back.
And he saw that I was upset and handed me a note and said he was trying to save it to leave for me so I see it first thing in the morning.
I think it was the sweetest note he's ever written me. And I say that almost every time, but they really do get more loving & sincere each & every time.
"As you read this note, as with any that I have or have yet to write, always picture me smiling as I hunch over the very paper you hold and know how much I care for you with every stroke of ink. You are everything to me."
Gosh, how lucky am I?