Dear Charles,

Oh her handwriting is as pretty as she is.

Dear Charles,

Hello my darling man, welcome home. I am not there to greet you in person because I want to keep myself a surprise for you. I hope everything went well in York and I can't wait to see what you picked out for me. Please leave it on the stairs for me and I will put it on, while you relax a bit. I've made you a tray, and as you might have noticed Anna brought us a basket from Misses Patmore. We shall feast tonight. Perhaps you could pick out a wine for us.

See you soon my darling,

With all my love,

Elsie

Charles got up, located the tray his wife had mentioned, he put it on the kitchen table, walked over to his armchair to gather the presents for Elsie to put them on the stairs like she instructed him to do. He turned however, he should write her a note back.

Elsie could hardly carry all of Charles's shopping safely up the stairs. Dropping her arms full onto their bed she sat down next to the pile of packages, catching a large box that was about to fall of with a cat like movement. She hastily unfolded the note he had told her to read first.

My darling Elsie,

How are you? Thank you for your letter. I can only hope I did you justice with the items I got you. I hope too that you are not overwhelmed, please consider them years worth of birthday presents. You are worth it, I love you so very much my dear.

All I'll say about my little excursion is that I missed you.

See you soon my sweet,

With all my love,

Charles

Elsie could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She felt so emotional, thinking about how he had bought her all this, that he even agreed to go to York by himself to by underwear. He must have been so embarrassed, uncomfortable. The fact that he had saved up 'Elsie money' in the first place. How he was letting her take the lead, how he would basically do anything for her. His love for her seemed to have no limits, no rules.