My Husband Receives a Love Letter, and It's Not from Me

A handwritten letter arrived in the mail the other day. It was addressed to my husband. "Love" was imprinted on the back flap of the envelope. There was also a picture of a thirty-two cent stamp with a picture of two swans whose long necks formed the shape of a heart. I would have been suspicious if I had found this letter hidden among my husband's papers. My husband, however, had left the letter on the kitchen shelf in plain view.

Spotting the letter, I picked it up and asked my husband who was the woman whose name appeared on the address label. I searched his face for any signs of guilt. With a smile on his face, he immediately suggested that I read the letter saying that I would find it very interesting.

I took the card out of the envelope. The picture on the card was a larger version of the swans neck heart. My curiosity was growing. Inside the card was a handwritten note. There was no salutation just the following message, "I found a 2010 boat registration, address labels and a book of Bank of America checks, with a Florida address on my front lawn. My granddaughter tried and tried to locate you at both addresses. I left a message on the Florida phone... Then I went away and have forgotten. I figured it must have come out of a boat? Anyway I will try once more." The writer included her phone number.

My husband and I wracked our brains trying to figure out how these items ended up on this woman's front lawn. Traveling north on our way back from Florida we were on the route that passes her house. We also stopped for gas somewhere near there at which point my husband got something out of the trunk. It then dawned on me. At one point I noticed a dashboard warning signal indicating that the trunk was not firmly latched. We decided since we didn't see the trunk flying open it would be safe to wait until we had another reason to stop before securing the latch. At the next stoplight, I jumped out and firmly closed the trunk. The papers must have flown out of the trunk while we were driving obliviously along our merry way.

My husband called the woman as soon as he read her note. She graciously offered to send the items we needed to us. I guess it was a love letter after all.