The First of 365 Pink and Red squares on the Frigidaire Door...

She reached into the paper sack and paused with arm elbow-deep.

"You ready?" She asked.

"This better not be a snake or a basket ball; I hate sports, Dianne!"

"Ah, wise-guy, look!"

She yanked her arm from the paper sack, ripping the top edge and dropping the sack to her feet. She held aloft a small pad of paper and a felt tip marker.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, aside from the obvious pad of paper and a felt tip marker, dear husband, it's a 'Love Notes: 365'!"

"What else is in the bag?" I asked, smiling and glancing down at the bag on the floor.

"Aw, you're crumby! I got it at the Five-and-Dime for a nickel!..."

"A nickle from the Five-and-Dime; very apropos!" I mocked.

"...Hey!" She said, dropping her arms to her sides with the pad and marker still in her hands.

"Sorry, PLEASE go on, dear."

"Okay!" she squealed, "I quite intend to write a love letter to you every day for one year! That's 365 love letters! This pad is great... you simply write like this, unstick, stick, and wha-la!"

Dianne pretended to write on the top page of the small, pink and red notepad with the felt tip marker, cap still on. Then she made as if she were peeling it off the page and sticking it to the Frigidaire.

"So? What'da think!?"

"I think it's sweet, darling, but why all this - all the sudden?"

"'Caaaaaause, I love you, you're handsome, and you're deserving of encouragement!"

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well... thank you, Dianne, that's awful nice!"

"You're welcome. I'll surprise you with one tomorrow!"

She smiled at me and clapped her hands like a little girl finding a pony. Love letters? 365 of them? THIS I enjoyed the thought of throughout the evening.

The next morning I rushed through the regime: bathe, shave, and dress, and I rushed downstairs while Dianne was still sleeping. At the base of the stairs I spotted the little, pink and red square on the Frigidaire door.

The big, bold letters read: "HONEY, PLEASE GET CAT FOOD ON YOUR WAY HOME!"
The small letters below it, however, read: "and don't forget dental floss!"
The teeny, tiny, hardly readable letters below that: "Every time our eyes meet, my dear husband, your soul attaches to mine and my heart melts knowing that I am blessed with you in my life for all of my days. I love you. --Dianne"