Beverly, thank you so much for giving me the best six months of my life.  Six months.  There are times when I think, "six months! that's forever! twice as long as I've ever been with a girlfriend!"  Other times I think that the time has flown by and it seems like just yesterday when I was watching you pull out the my lobster's whiskers.  (That's still such a fun memory... I'm most amused by the moment when I decided to put on my soccer clothes so you would think I was cute.)  When I try to define time by measuring it in joyful moments, our relationship seems to have lasted forever.  But when I compare our time so far to the amount I want to spend with you in the future, these six months represent just a tiny fraction.

Six months from now, on the third day of a new century (and millenium, goshdarnit), maybe I'll repeat some of these words to you.  I don't know exactly what I'll say, but I expect my feelings to be just as strong or stronger.  If the world stopped right now and I felt this way about you forever, I would never ask for anything more.  But we're luckier than that; beyond finding a place where we're happy, we keep growing.  Every time I think I've found the deepest or most profound kind of love, you show me something new.  I couldn't ask for a smarter, prettier, more caring, more understanding, or more loving person.  You help me see the world with the innocence and delight of a child, but reveal your most serious or intimate thoughts to me.  You dream with me about the future while still keeping an eye on the present and always reminding me of various appointments that I'd otherwise forget.  Most importantly, you love me and everything I've ever shared with you of myself.  That includes Michigan, which is why I've included these lovely pictures on this little webpage.

And yes, I know it's very corny to write all this on a website.  I'm sorry I didn't send something like your wonderful card, but I thought that this would, at least, be better than just an email.  I guess posting my love for you on the Internet is a nod to technology's influence on our relationship.  From the subtle flirting of our November emails to the daily love letters that keep us connected now, we've made the most of modern communications technology.

In theory, anyone could find this page if they knew it was here.  For now, though, it's our little secret.  I miss you, I hope that this has brought a smile to your face, and I hope you have a wonderful time in Seattle.  I love you.

Hugs, kisses, and a knock on your door...

Johnny