A Letter from Beau to Mel

My Melody,

I do not really have to write you letters since we live in a house together, but I wanted to make you something nice for the season. I suppose that I am difficult, sort of, with my words, so perhaps you would appreciate them altogether in a convenient package such as this. As you can see, I have included stickers and paper stars with this note, which I have put together myself. You can use the stickers to decorate your sketchbook. I am unsure of the conventional application for tiny paper stars, however, but I know that you will find a use for them. You are resourceful in that way.

I would like to say thank you for all of the things that you do for me. You are so kind, and so understanding, and so patient, although I know I can be something of a nuisance, with what the whimpering and fretting and inability to handle myself and all. It is a blessing to me, your unmoved sensibilities. You guide my path like a lighthouse in the wettest storm. Always knowing, always listening, always there. It helps a great deal, for a poor scrap of burning stardust, to have a wife who will not be shaken even by her bonnie’s verging stupidity. Haha!

I do not always know what to say, but I know that you are everything to me, and being able to articulate a feeling so enormous does not come easily. You are like my solid rock. The one real point of fortitude in my watery, wishy-washy life. Really, you make it all much drier. Does that make sense? I feel as if I am just spouting nonsense. Like I said, it is difficult to articulate.

What I mean more to say is that I appreciate how supportive and intentional you always are. You always know what to do, and what to say, and what should come next. It pairs nicely with how unsure I am of most everything, most especially my own decisions.

You are the strawberries to my cheese, the marshmallows to my cocoa, the milk to my cookies, the coffee to my cake. You smell of honey and lemonade, and you hold yourself up with such an admirable importance, and you are gorgeous, and it is gorgeous that you exist, and that you are here with me. I love the feeling of your soft, downy feathers, and how you fit in my arms, and the way that you speak, and how you always know what to say to make me feel better. It is incredible. It is hard, sometimes, for me to believe that you ever managed to find me so matched with your awesomeness that you could see me in a home with you in the winter.

Thank you, Mel, for being with me all of these years, and seeing me through most everything, regardless of how miserable I can be. You know me in such a way that I do not think most other people can. I hope that this note finds you well in the closing days of the solstice. Know that I shall make you a good breakfast to celebrate.

With boundless love,

Bonnie