Do I Have a Woman for You!

Dear John,

 

I have a woman for you - just your type: Fiona Glenanne. I'm so glad we found Burn Notice  when we were in Indy that weekend, and there was nothing going on with you, and it was an off-weekend for football, and we were bored out of our minds sitting in the hospital room. And the more I watch it, the more I think how much you'd like Fiona.

 

I remember well the evening we first met. You've always said that your first thought when you met me was, "Oh! An independent, strong-minded, smart-mouthed woman!" And that was just what you were looking for. The really amazing thing is that, after 34 years of being married to me, that's still what you wanted! It was an unusual type for a 19-year-old to want. I'd gotten used to guys that wanted clinging, helpless, girly girls - and gotten accustomed to disapointing them. I'd decided years before that I'd rather be alone than pretend to be something I wasn't. Then you came along, looking for exactly what I was. And am. And evermore shall be.

 

Fiona is clearly independent, strong-minded, and smart-mouthed. And she has well-developed upper arm muscles - something else you always liked in a woman. (Remember Charlie on whatever that HGTV show was called? She's the only woman I ever knew you to drool over. And it was all because of her bicep and tricep development.) And Fiona has an amazing knowledge of firearms and explosives - I don't know if you ever wished for that in a woman or not, but it might come in handy.

 

Of course, I do prefer that you continue to love me instead of Fiona, and I don't doubt that you will. But you'd enjoy Fiona, and I encourage you to do so. I posted a photo of her on Facebook, and am waiting to see what reactions I'll get. It probably will depend on who watches Burn Notice and who doesn't. I may mystify people - not unusual for me.

 

That's about it for the day. Jethro and I slept in this morning. We woke up, then went back to sleep cuddling. I woke up on my back, with his head laid across my forehead. It was suprisingly comfortable. He's been a bit less clingy today. I think yesterday's problem was because it's getting dark so early now. I'll have to start leaving a light on for him.

 

I love you so much! Thank you for wanting me as I am, smart-mouthed and all. It's the ultimate in generosity to allow someone to be exactly who they are. I never took that generosity for granted.

 

Love you with all my heart,

Joan.