The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A love Letter

This year as my husband and I laid there quietly on the brink of sunrise, he quietly asked me what I would like for my birthday. I paused for a moment and without hesitation asked for one thing.  A love letter.

His quick sigh somehow confirmed how difficult this would be on his behalf since he's a man of few words & we haven't had to exchange in written form anything since our hand written wedding wows.  It is true to every single ounce of his actions that actions do speak louder then words, especially where this man is concerned.  He's in every way amazing.

We have a one of a kind soulful love and beautiful relationship & I fell in love with him the first time we met.  He is genuine and kind and everything I stand for what a husband and father should be.  I am so blessed.  He is a humble righteous man who stands for all good of mankind and our souls & passions parallel towards common lifelong goals.

I shall be so lucky to have him by my side as I inhale my last breath.

It is true what they say that behind every great man stand a great woman, however I find this is mutual.  He's my rock, along with our beautiful children I cannot imagine another life other then the one I have with him.  Yes "I do blame him for everything" and that's somehow understood between us in a quirky way, however at the end of the day he's the one I await to return home safe into my arms, share a meal with, snuggle up to at night and say goodbye to every morning, only to repeat.

We have a good life together.  Through the beautiful times and even struggles & hardships at the end of it all we have our cosmic immense love that carries us through life & all we have is our loyal word to each other.   As he said "In love it is love that loves through us and we must push aside all of the useless background noise created by untrue spirit and righteousness."  

Now, I did laugh at first as the upper part of his letter to me felt more like an instruction manual from his heart to mine, with details of his passion for me as this man who's clearly a technical, intellectual and beautiful mind perceives to cover all angles so eloquently and he does it so precisely.  Although, it is a private letter I will hold dear I'm only sharing a tiny passage above & a famous poem below.

There is this amazing centre part of the letter that brought tears to my eyes how beautifully it was written, strongly yet delicately with understanding of our love, passion and loyalty to each other.  He knows me more then I thought. He is incredible.  "As I did gave him my hand to hold and my heart to keep, so help me God."  I didn't know how truly remarkable our connection would develop and how deeply our love would grow.

As I read and re-read his deciphered words, my eyes filled and refilled with tears as each word pulled at my heartstrings as I realize his message to me in a human written form couldn't possibly even begin to tap on the feelings of the heart & soul.  Then, I realised how could I have asked him for such a difficult task when I have never written one for him.  I will treasure it forever.

One of my favourite ending of the letter was this famous poem & somehow I understand it even more:


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old grief’s, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.




My message to you folks, love each other.  The lifeline is shorter then we think and the beauty exists in all those things untouchable and unseen while the wonder with excitement remains in the words unspoken. 

Love,
Janette






2 comments:

sunset jones said...

This is awesome! It's a funny thing when you can't see yourself with anyone else. We are... The Lucky Ones!

Janette Dengo said...

Thank you. We sure are fortunate when we end up with one of our soul mates. xo