the pleasure of seeing your name spelled correctly

There is a certain pleasure in seeing my name spelled correctly.  I've spent years of seeing people write my name as Katrina, Katerina, Catalina, Catarina, and now in Germany as Katharina.  Naturally, after getting used to seeing my name treated with such lack of care, now seeing my name actually written correctly is like feasting on a small piece of rich chocolate fudge; that is to say, it fills me with a sense of intense gratification, and I want more, but I'm OK with what I have.  I no longer judge the frequent typo or accidental misspelling, but I do take delight in the gentle care taken to write my name as it is on my birth certificate.  I'll greedily cast my gaze upon an email or comment with my name spelled correctly and eagerly fill my eyes with this mirthful sight.  I smile, and silently praise the fastidiousness of the writer, though they may never know the true value of their attention to detail.