Letters from the Burrow

The last couple of days I've been thinking about the way I want to express my love for you. I remember the letters of John and Abigail Adams and am renewed with a sense of love for you as time and distance is but what both individuals put into it.

…should I draw you the picture of my Heart, it would be what I hope you still would Love; tho it contained nothing new; the early possession you obtained there; and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it; leaves not the smallest space unoccupied. I look back to the early days of our acquaintance; and Friendship, as to the days of Love and Innocence; and with an indescribable pleasure I have seen near a score of years roll over our Heads, with an affection heightened and improved by time -- nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the Image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my Heart...

You are my friend. You are my love. We met in the most unlikely of places, developed a friendship, developed a passion and developed a lifetime and eternal bond no matter what ever happens in our life. You give me an insight into my own self I never really knew was there. You make me want to be a better person.

I admire you and I respect you. Your intellect, your charisma, the devotion you show your family and to me. It has never been about you or me but us. You are my best friend in this whole world. I want to tell you all the juicy gossip, cry on your shoulders, be hugged, consoled. I want to laugh and dream with you. All the adventures! I look forward to all the ups, the downs and the in-betweens. The bad sci-fi movies and the babies. I love you my Honey.

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