So, as you can see, after hours of html ADD, I have yet again reworked the look of this page.  And it isn't just because I was bored (because, actually, I wasn't).  And it isn't just because I am a blog geek.  No, it is because, I feel as if the purpose of this site has shifted.  It began as "Dear Sir," before I even knew you were. Then, there was the snafu with A, thus escorting us into the roles of Daddy and his girl.

So, I shifted the site from being "anonymous" letters to an "anonymous" Sir to being a sort of diary of you were giving me writing assignments at the time.  You stopped doing that...and then I began using this as a place to document my thoughts during my required Daily 5 minutes of meditation on our relationship.

I added a visual component to that.

And now...well...I'm feeling like it really is our private little domain.  Just a place for me to write to you. Really, I am considering making this "private access".

What do you think?

Anyhow...I'm really quite proud of the background.  I don't know how I got so lucky as to find one with a love letter from Jane Austen's Persuasion as part of the image.  Very classy and romantic:

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.”