I actually mean Dear Jane.
This is a real dear Jon.
And just because I may have made a subconcious rekindling attempt that looked like that (2 weeks before he got home):
I was just in Europe and couldn't help but think that we were in the closest physical proximity to eachother that we've been in two whole years. I'm really excited for you to come home.
And got the funny and endearing response of this:
I have to say that I'm utterly confused as to how you feel about me...Well I guess we will just have to see when I come home.
We still ended up looking like this six or so months later:
I'm so thankful that a year ago that confused boy came home from his mission. I'm so thankful that we could forget about the janes and the dears. I'm thankful that we replaced rekindling attempts with successes and chased away all that confusion. I'm thankful for the man that he became and the experiences we've had. Lastly, I'm thankful for the shoebox that holds the beautiful mess of lined paper that tells the story of us.
My boy is home.