John often makes his own meals and being married to a visual person, he arranges his plate beautifully, garnishes it with flare and before he eats it, he brings his master piece to me where ever I am; at this key board, drawing, or watering plants perhaps. He tips it slightly and I admire his art.
John’s collected a variety of useable postage stamps, purple hearts, flowers, flags and so his envelopes echo the theme of the inner message. They’re beautiful. Yesterday’s had four stamps along the top corner and rubber stamp marks below. John writes letters a few pages in length and when they are all sealed up, stamped, and ready to go, all those pages along with a pillow of air sealed inside, feel good in my hands. John brought it over for an inspection and admiration.                                                                                              I told him that I’d like to write to the person he wrote to and asking for the letter and envelope back when he’s done with it.
John said he’d send me one of my own and that he’d fill it with all kinds of romantic paper work. I can’t wait. The problem is; they feel better in my hands unopened. I’ll have to choose.      nancymauerman.com