My Love Letter to Mr Smith

I asked for a love letter and then love note (less intensity) for my birthday (trying to think of all the things I'd love that don't cost any money), but it's hard for him to express feelings in words. He hates feelings almost as much as I love them. Back in our dating days it wasn't so tough, but that's why it's important to write things down and save little things like that - later on - they become big things. And just like all the back massages, you have to make the last one last… So touché Mr Smith.

Any way, this is exactly opposite of what he would like for his birthday, but I'm going to do it any way in memory of mine. He loves it when I make those decisions. These aren't the pictures that I wanted to go along with it; you know, that picture in my head that met failed hopes, but they're still cute and remind me of what matters most.

Dear Mr Smith

You matter most to me. Well, you combined with Lexi make up my little world here on this earth. And that world means everything to me. It's hard to remember life without you. I live and breathe you and her. I should get out a little more, but at the end of the day you are all I want to see. I would not forgo any daydream for the reality of us. I'm grateful for every day you stay by my side, the days you listen to the highs and the lows. I appreciate your perspective and your wisdom, not always, but most of the time! If something good happens (lets be honest anytime anything happens) you're the first person I want to share it with. Aren't you lucky! I think that means I really love you? But we don't have to quantify it, just know it exists in more ways than even I can express. Life hasn't gone exactly according to my plan, but God gave me you and our little girl and for that I must be the most grateful. You are my strength here on earth and I'm not sure I could make it without my best friend! Please keep loving me through the nags and the assumed reactions; at the end of the day, all I want is to make you happy (and for you to understand my side of things, ha).

I know we will make it till the end of times, perhaps on our knees or bickering in wheelchairs, but we will make it. You'll drive me crazy enough to keep me alive and I'll make you hold my hand until I die. And it's nice to know, it won't end. Please keep pushing me to be my better self so that I will one day deserve our happily ever after. Thanks for the journey. Let's continue to make it a good ride.

Ardently yours,

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