Dear Sparks,

You mentioned the other night that sometimes you take me for granted and you try to be conscious of that. You told me that you think of me in the quiet spaces of the day that I am not physically near, and when you do, you smile. You say things to me that you maybe haven't said to anyone else, and since words of love tend to be recycled time and again, it's a comfort.

I could make this cutesy and sappy, I could pour out my heart for you and fill it with gently sanded spaces, but as time passes I have found that love, like everything else in my life, grows up. What I have with you is rounding out of puberty now and looking to ditch the fake ID in favor of debating Nietzche and drinking dodgy brandy. It's not pretentious, but it's growing up, and that's all that matters.

When you left for a meeting in London this morning, with product in your hair and that nice aftershave I bought you marking the space on your neck, I laughed and kissed you and asked who's this other woman you're meeting? The fact of the matter is, I don't worry that you'll meet someone else. Not because I am so sure of myself, but I am so sure that we have a layer of honesty the prevents it-glasnost, we've always called it. And now we have a Gorbachev to oversee it, and I know that it's still in place.

I still trust you, you know.

I love that you talked me down from a ledge earlier this week when I had to go to the other side of England for a business meeting. Trapped in some podunk train stop you Googled me out of it, and your calm reassurance helped relieve my stress.

Thank you, baby.

I love that we go places together and do things that make us laugh. In two weeks we'll be in Wales in that B&B we love so madly. In two months we'll be in Inverness, and we both love Scotland unconditionally. In three months we'll be at my friend's wedding in the States, and we get to go shopping (Target! Sephora! Old Navy! Home Depot!) and eat all the Mexican we can stand (please? Pretty please?). And we get to get gussied up again for the wedding, and my God you are so handsome-whether naked, in your boxers, or in your black tie.

Angus and I Hosted on Zooomr

Thanks for listening to me, too. I know I have a sometimes screwed-up way of looking at things, but it means a lot to me that you pay attention.

I can't believe it's been all these years and I still love you as much as ever. The only person I have ever loved longer than you now is John Cusack (well, ok, there was that brief crush I had on Mr. Snuffleupagus, but I really don't think he counts, especially since I don't even own that Sesame Street LP anymore, and can only just remember the lines to Rubber Duckie. No really. That unrequited love affair is so over. Which reminds me, please stop trying to have an American accent, it's not very becoming. And while I'm at it, making Alan Partridge faces while I'm coming on to you really puts my fire out as effectively as thinking of Whoopi Goldberg while trying to orgasm.)

I've always had a thing for older men with furry chests, I guess.

Thank you for making not one but two treks out to that antique shop to help furnish my study. It's nearly there now, and the re-wiring you did yesterday so that I would be able to hang my new lampshade, which I still exclaim over with girly glee, is something you did without a single complaint. That means a lot to me. Especially the not complaining part, I love that.

Thank you for making me macaroni and cheese yesterday and for admonishing me to not overdo it today, to not lift too many things in our wartorn study.

It's things like that, babe. Things like that.

I love you like this:

(Found courtesy of here, makers of my favorite cards).

Love,
-H

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1 Um. Where in the states? Hmmmmm????

Posted by: Ms. Pants at August 03, 2006 02:06 PM (GefuU)

2 Y'all look lovely. And happy. Yay for you.

Posted by: Deb at August 03, 2006 02:18 PM (Tlsf8)

3 Pants my darlin', we're going to be in Atlanta

Posted by: Helen at August 03, 2006 02:39 PM (H5Yt3)

4 Good to know you love Scotland unconditionally, as if I ever get my ass over there I'd love to have visitors.

Posted by: amy t. at August 03, 2006 02:47 PM (zPssd)

5 Funny - I'm Canadian, currently in the States...in heaven because I've been to Target (& Ross!), excited about visiting Sephora (we have Old Navy & Home D), and currently on day 3 of eating great Mexican food. Love the American specialties

Posted by: loribo at August 03, 2006 03:07 PM (mj1kl)

6 That was beautiful!

Posted by: Lisa at August 03, 2006 04:23 PM (qwiiJ)

7 The other Lisa said exactly what I was going to say. Lovely picture, too. You two look so happy and wonderful together. Thank you for sharing that with us.

Posted by: Lisa at August 03, 2006 04:49 PM (ELUjU)

8 '..it's been all these years...' How many?

Posted by: jeynifer at August 03, 2006 05:30 PM (4dWnl)

9 Awwwwwww. Love the picture!

Posted by: caltechgirl at August 03, 2006 05:31 PM (/vgMZ)

10 Aahh, my űber sweetie. I love her the mostest.

Posted by: Angus at August 03, 2006 06:05 PM (BuBb1)

11 That was awfully sweet, H. He's an exceptionally lucky guy, your fella.

Posted by: RP at August 03, 2006 06:09 PM (LlPKh)

12 I adore love letters. And your Angus. And you.

Posted by: Donna at August 03, 2006 06:32 PM (Aanzg)

13 What a lovely post. You two make a beautiful couple...

Posted by: sue at August 03, 2006 07:21 PM (WbfZD)

14 You look marvelous together!!

Posted by: kenju at August 03, 2006 08:29 PM (2+7OT)

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