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As I've been unpacking our stuff, I keep running across reminders of how much Chris loves me. Yesterday I found a box of letters that he's written me over the years. Most of them are from before we were married, when I didn't have email and he lived 3 hours away. Some of the letters are also from when he was in China the first time, in 2000. These letters are so sweet and really touched my heart yesterday as I was reading through them. That man really does love me.

This morning I've been unpacking books, trying to decide which ones to put on the bookcase and which ones to just leave in boxes. I've found several books that Chris has bought me over the years. He knows me so well, and knows just what I love. He's bought me several of the Jane Austen books in very nice editions, along with a Jane Austen cookbook which he had to special order. He puts a lot of thought into the gifts he gives me. I need to do the same for his upcoming birthday.

I love that man.