Dearest,

Thank you for wrapping me up in your warmest blanket after I spent too long playing in the snow.

Thank you for reading me silly stories about hairless lions when I’m feeling that particular shade of blue.

Thank you for teaching me how to blow my nose at some ridiculous hour of the not-quite-night, not-quite morning.

Thank you for making the best toast in Bristol,

and thanks for tolerating my talking long past bedtime.

I know you’re perfectly aware of it already, but just in case you’d forgotten…

…you’re wonderful.

Love love, L. xxx

(Addendum: Tsu, tsu.)