Dear Barney,
I have been sad to see you suffering from the seasonal stuff that hits us all from time to time, especially during the winter season. I hate it when you are not at 100%, though I hope that I do a good job of taking care of you, just as you do for me whenever I am the one who is ill (which is definitely the more common dynamic as your immune system seems to withhold the common bugs better than mine does).
I wish you warm soup, a comfy bed, and blessed silence in which to recover. I wish you lots of sleep, a full recovery, and a strong constitution. I wish you hot chocolate, snuggles with me, and hugs from your children. In short, I wish you whatever would make you feel better this week.
Rather than writing a long letter, I am just going to go and try to make as many of those possibilities come true as I can.
you are my most beloved, and I am, always, yours.
--me.
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