To My Cariad

Dearest Darling Blake,

You are indeed my cariad (welsh word for beloved). You have been my soul mate for 10 years now, sharing our joys and heartaches together. I don't have the words to thank you for all the love that you have given me (and now our little boy) over the years. I do know for certain that you are one of the surest signs of God's love, because he knew that there was no way I could endure the trials that were prepared for me without you.

You gave me a vow to love me in sickness and health. You have kept that vow the same way you kept all the others. I'm so sorry that you have had more of the sickness than the health, but hopefully this procedure will remedy some of that sickness.

My Cariad, thank you for being by my bedside and caring for me in the past. What takes away my fear now is knowing that when I undergoe this, you will once again be there. Thank you for never having spent a night apart from me since our marriage. Thank you for making me feel like the most blest woman in the world.

//heart//
Your loving wife,
Bess
aka - engineerinwoman