Rex's human writes a love letter to the wife he has yet to meet:
Being canine, Rex isn't particularly good with words. He gets his message across in other ways. He does, however, pine for a pack, a companion, a 'litter' one day. Rex rolls over in his doggy bed most mornings and thrust out a paw, still in slumber, and expects to find his mate there beside him. She isn't, of course, she only exists in his dreams at the moment as he awaits her to brave it out through more than a couple of dates...
Being canine, Rex isn't particularly good with words. He gets his message across in other ways. He does, however, pine for a pack, a companion, a 'litter' one day. Rex rolls over in his doggy bed most mornings and thrust out a paw, still in slumber, and expects to find his mate there beside him. She isn't, of course, she only exists in his dreams at the moment as he awaits her to brave it out through more than a couple of dates...
Most often Rex is gone by the time his human wakes up, but sometimes he lingers long enough to cause his human side to dream with his eyes wide open, and sometimes even with his fingers hovering over a keyboard...
Looking Forward, Love of My Life: You Make Me a Better Me
I want to tell you something I didn't the other day, Love. We were in the car, you turned your head and did that thing you do with the set of your jaw when you're thinking about something and I fell in love with you again. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to interrupt your train of thought and I was feeling so off-balance in that moment, I wasn't sure I'd get it right. I guess getting it right wouldn't have been much of an issue, now that I think about it.
While I'm catching up on telling you some things, I want to thank you. Thank you for being you. We're all guilty of projecting, seeing our partner through our vision of the way we want them to be, not the way they are, but you have that gentle, insistent way of deflecting my attempts to do so. I love you for that, Sweetheart. Don't change, and don't change the way you stop me from trying to change you. None of us are perfect, Love, but you're perfect just the way you are, imperfectly perfect.
You looked so worried the other night when we were getting ready to go out and you changed skirts three times (or was it six?) and I wanted to find a way to tell you what I see: that you walking around in nothing but heels and a pullover was causing me no end of trouble keeping myself contained; that you don't understand that you make men's knees quake and women inexplicably see red even if you're just wearing a lab coat... But I wasn't sure you were in the mood to hear any of that. You should know, though, that while neither of us are 10's, when I catch sight of our reflection walking towards ourselves in a storefront window I find myself wondering who that babe is beside me! It makes me think "Sometimes we look good, but sometimes we look freaking GREAT" and it's you that makes that true, my Perfect Package. I adore you.
