When Love Surpasses

A long drawn out week of funerals, finals, and exhaustion. I should be happy the semester is at a close, but I am too tired to really care. I suppose that I will when I can revel in my few weeks of free time, but in the meanwhile, it is my birthday, and I have had a horrible week.

I preface the rest of my entry with this information, so that you can better understand the appreciation I have for my husband. I awoke to the smell of hot cocoa which he gave me with a kiss as he ran out the door to work.

I lazed my way from bed to front room where I discovered a lovely cameo brooch for my birthday gift. Lovely as it may be, I opened the card to discover an even greater surprise.
"The Kiss" ~ Hayez

Weeks ago I mentioned that I wished we lived in a world where men still wrote love letters. I stared at the art on my walls and sighed. My husband laughed a bit, and gave me an intense look before kissing me. Nothing more was said. Yet here I sit, weeks after my wistful comment, with a card in my hand and an honest, fervent, and beautifully written love letter!

Once again my husband has outdone himself, and it is an utter delight. I feel like the ladies in my paintings, set in a lovely unreal glow, and I can't quite believe that I am lucky enough to be blessed with a husband who not only pays attention to my needs, but also gives me things that I want as well. I never doubt that he loves me, but it is sweet to know that he understands that for me the words, the elegance of a physical memento of his love is a bit of heaven for me. And now, as our third anniversary approaches I wonder what I did to deserve him. So this horrible week, and the long life of waiting before I found him, fade into the hazy past. I am happy, despite the trial of the last several months. This mess that I call life, has culminated in me escaping what I thought would be perfectly right for me to find what was truly perfect for me. And I now revel in the joy and peace."The Painter's Honeymoon" ~ Leighton