Guess who I'm in love with now.
He's not as sexy as Hamlet when he's losing his mind, but the guy knows how to turn a phrase and I'm a sucker for a well turned phrase.
When it's authentic.
Seriously, his letters are intoxicating.
His wife's letters are intoxicating too. I just want to give her a high five and a you go, girl every time I read them.
Sometimes, when I'm up late at night reading her letters, I like to picture her sitting at her kitchen table in the bitter cold early New England mornings dipping her quill into her ink and wringing her heart onto the page, completely oblivious of me, a silly dummy over 130 years her junior, looking over her shoulder and hanging on her every word.
Isn't it such a weird thought?
She's absent yet present, as Emily Dickensen would say.
We are all absent, yet present.
Yet most of the time we're present, yet absent.
It's like some crazy time travel trick that you just can't wrap your mind around.
Alls I know is Abigail Adams would have made a great blogger. I wish she could join us in our yellow submarine across the country. I would love to drive across America with her and see what she thinks of the country she fought so hard to create!
And hey everyone, Youngblood4ever needs a huge hug! (and a silent prayer). I'll meet you in her comment box.