Are you gifted with a partner who is good with words? Does your man or woman always manage to say just the right thing at the right time to soothe your soul, to calm your nerves or to make you laugh so much your anger drains away? It is likely you are one of a very select group and you should try and take a minute to appreciate how special your beloved is.
CK and I have been together for 21 years now. That is a long time. I am not sure quite when I became old enough to have been in a relationship that long; probably about the same time I became old enough to have a 15 year old daughter. 21 years. And half the time I still have no clue what goes on behind his eyes because he is a reserved Englishman, an introvert. Three things that together make him almost unreadable to anyone but Mr Holmes. But every so often he surprises me.
I have been Springcleaning here this week in the hope that it will assuage the Gods and they will stop with the rain and raise the sky height just a little bit. My bedroom has been completely emptied and is slowly being put back together; CK being away for the week with work meant I could do it in peace and, if come bedtime, last night I had to shovel a path betwixt door and bed and fall asleep under a carapace of sleeping bag and 300 quilts there was no dissenting voice or rolled eyes to stop me. Yesterday as I pulled the contents from every cupboard and dragged out the Universe of shoes, books, hair elastics and craft materials that was under my bed I found a letter. My husband had written me a love letter.
It is written on a simple piece of white A4 in blue biro. It is folded in ways that are only just short of crushed. Looking at the back I think it might even have muddy pawprints around one edge but never has there been a more beautifully crafted, more elegantly created expression of love. I don't know why it was under my bed, I cannot quite figure out why it is not pressed between the pages of beloved book to be taken out and read on special occasions but I do know that never has any woman been as deeply loved as I am fortunate to be.
" Some nights I just want to shout 'I love you' but nothing
comes out except "How was your day?"
"How was your day?" is what I say. "