Bryan Adams Without Apologies

Dear John,

 

I'm sitting here with Hunter purring in my lap, Abby purring on the cat tower, and Jethro sleeping in his spot on the couch. I think they missed me today. I met Audora in Shipshewana for lunch, and Melinda in Goshen for dinner, and took a nap in between. It's been a good and busy day off.

 

On the way home tonight I heard Bryan Adams on the radio - and don't make that face! I like him, even if you don't and Canada has apologized for him on South Park. I heard Everything I Do, and it was different this time. I've always liked the song, and heard it as my love song to you. Tonight I heard it as your love song to me. I know you always felt that way about me. But tonight I got to hear it in not-quite-your-voice-but-close-enough. I got teary in a good way - it made me happy to be reminded that you always loved me like that.

 

So tonight I feel a bit more happy than sad. You took an earlier bus and went on ahead (forgetting to take me with you, drat it!), but I was and am loved in a way that people write songs about. I've known love that was better than I ever knew it could be. And that love is still with me, waiting for me, just down the road a ways. For tonight, I'm more thankful for what I had than sorry for what I lost.

 

Thank you for loving me, from the first instant into eternity. I love you just the same. But you know that, don't you?

 

Always and forever,

Joan.