Thanks for Being Old-Fashioned

Dear John,

 

I finally had to close the windows. Tonight's low is tomorrow's high, so we're in for a drastic temperature drop. It was lovely while it lasted!

 

There's something I've been meaning to tell you: Thank you for having standards that were getting old-fashioned even when we were dating. Thank you for wanting to save sex for marriage. You were brought up like I was - we were both taught that that value was non-negotiable. But lots of people were negotiating in the early 1970s. So I thank you for never pressuring me. It was unusual, even then.

 

And it made our honeymoon a real honeymoon, our wedding night special. It was very clear that neither of us knew what we were doing, that that was good - we figured it out together. And it was always a great comfort to me to know that you couldn't compare me to anyone else.

 

That's all - I just wanted to be sure you know how much I appreciate your beliefs and your respect for mine. And for me. Your respect for me was absolute in every way. And you know how much I respect and admire you. After all, you're the world's only perfect man.

 

Love you so much,

Joan.

PS - It was worth waiting for!  :D