July 21, 2012
I made you this for my 281st act of love:
You’ve done a lot of creative, craft-type things with the letter “H” since you took on my last name. It’s nice. I like that you’re proud of your new identity. So I made this to encourage you in that vein.
You are so proud of it. You told me so. Not only that, when I came home from work the other day, you had it hanging on the outside of our front door. That makes me very happy. Sometimes, I try making you something and you display it just to humor me (you’re very nice about it). This time is different. This time, I made you something that you really think is great.
January 24, 2012
For my 117th loving act, I fell asleep on the couch to the TV. (That might be hereditary: my parents haven’t finished a movie in years.) Actually, I did fall asleep, so I had to do yesterday’s act this morning.
For that act, I highlighted particular words in one of your magazines to form a love letter. I felt a little like John Nash (or the portrayal of him in A Beautiful Mind) as I combed your magazine trying to “discover” a secret message. When you find the note, I’ll write about your reaction.
My letter may seem odd (because it is), but I worked with what I had:
I heart you. I have joy in you. You are better than a beautiful picture and more valuable than the finest gold.
We are a unity. We recognize that dedication and faithfulness [to each other] comes as a direct result of his [God’s] grace. We give him all the glory.
Theodore Roosevelt once said, “A legacy of money is not honoring (but good for raising goats!). The sacrifice and devotion of a dude are a lasting contribution.”
The past reminds us where we have been, so that we know where we are going. [Let us] head to care and fellowship and service to one another.
I love that you’re my wife.
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t pass around that Roosevelt quote. Although, it might end up on Wikipedia; then you’d be safe using it.
October 27, 2011
The other day you told me that you have a recurring dream in which I tell you you’re not the most beautiful person I know. It takes place at a party where I keep talking to other girls instead of you. When you ask me why I’m talking to them, I tell you that they’re prettier than you. Wow! Here’s something you need to know–the man in your dream is an impostor. Next time you see him, ask him a question that only I would know the answer to. I bet he’ll walk away flustered. When you told me about your dream, I responded with a joke (oops!). I guess that wasn’t the reaction you wanted. So, today I actually did something to assure you that I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know. I wrote you a letter praising your beauty and sent it to you in the mail. I can’t wait to see your reaction when you get that letter.