Michael writes romantic letters, he writes poetry. He draws beautiful pictures for me. He asked me to introduce myself to his father (a waste of time) He sings to me on the phone...Michael is always making me just sit back and wonder how I got so lucky. I don't need all the crazy gestures though aren't even necessary. The simple compliments and the tone of his voice when he tells me he loves me is enough for me.

The simple stuff.. love letters him telling me that he loves me and he also gos up to the canteen to get us food on our visits his phone calls the cards he sends and how he always makes me feel better when iam down.

He writes love letters, draws me cards and constantly tells me how much he loves and appreciates me. It's the small things, but they add up.

We cant talk on the phone but he calls and when he is supposed to say his name he says "I love you baby". One day he did that thirteen times

Mine used to call at least 2 to 3 times while I was driving home from visits to make sure I was ok during the long drive.

He would also call just to say good night, even if we had talked several times a day, and ALWAYS called in the morning, to start our days out right, he said.

He wrote a few times how much he knew I sacrificed to be with him all these years, and how much he appreciated it.

After he got home, he bought me a ton of things for Christmas, for all the presents he hadn't been able to buy me while he was gone. And keeps buying me nice things now because he says I had NOTHING for so long while he was gone.

He took me places this weekend that I like to go, not where he likes, just because...

He keeps showing me that he appreciates me. Sure he screwed up a couple times since out, but mostly every day he shows me he is very appreciative of how I was always there for him.

My husband writes honest, loving letters from the heart. He thanks me every day for sticking by his side. He sent me the most beautiful Valentine's day card. And he regularly thanks me and God for "finding" him!

Nothing for me yet.... I think in my situation it is all too soon

Aw that's very sweet. ..Quinn yea give it time, he'll write the love letters. That's what I love about letters, you can re-read them. Especially when you're mad or frustrated at them you can read them and remind yourself why it's worth sticking by them and why you love them so much. One of my favorites was when he sent me a mother's day drawing of me holding our son when he was a baby. It was so thoughtful and sweet of him. You never know how much you love someone until you're in a situation where you can't be with them daily like you want to be. Calls are few and far in between...like every 10 to 12 days. In county jail the calls were daily or twice a day.

The love letters are the best! Whenever I feel down or start to doubt things, I'll re-read his letters and it reminds me of why this is all worth it.

The reason letters are so important to inmates in prison is because they can be read and re-read hundreds of times.

When inmates have had a bad day or find themselves wondering about the situation---and maybe even thinking of giving up----all they have to do is go to their locker and pull out a letter for reassurance that someone still loves them enough to write.

The biggest fear inmates have is that the world will completely forget about them, that they no longer matter to anyone.

I had a cellmate who kept all his letters. I'll swear, he must have read some of those letters hundreds of times. Some of the envelopes showed so much wear and tear from being opened so many times that they hardly resembled an envelope at all. But they got him through the tough times.

Remember, when you have a guy in prison, you still have each other. There may be walls and razor wire separating you two, but the thoughts from the heart lasts forever----even through eternity.

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On a lighter note, and I can laugh about it now, we used to have armed robberies in prison.

If it was known that an inmate had drugs, another inmate might well find a homemade knife, invite a buddy, and rob the guy in his cell at knifepoint to take all his drugs. The best time to do that was just before the ten o'clock count at night, as most inmates were laying on their beds and practically defenseless to any kind of violence.

One time I came home from work and my cellmate had just received over two hundred dollars worth of drugs (prison value) the past weekend while on a visit---no, I did not do drugs. Anyway, he was actually happy!!!! I said, "What are you smiling about? Hell, they stole all your canteen and drugs."

He said, "Yeah, but they didn't take any of my letters."

Enough said.

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I need to edit my previous post to make it more clear.

My cellmate who had the two hundred dollars worth of drugs had just been robbed a few minutes before I came in from work.

I did not include that.

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My guy sends me flowers, whether they're cut from a magazine, hand-drawn, or picked from the garden where he works and pressed before mailing. For my birthday and holidays he has given his brother instructions about sending me conservative jewelry items, and then I wear them for the next visit!

The letters he sends take my breath away.

My husband draws pictures of flowers or anything even though he's not good at it, but they always make me smile and I love them, his letters telling how much he loves me and appreciates me and thanks me for any help I give him. He always tells me not to send him money unless I have taken care of everything we need first.