Thursday, August 6, 2009

To the strange man sleeping in my bed


Isn't it funny how two people can live in the same house, yet never see each other? I was thinking about that today. It feels like an eternity since we had some quality time together. We are so rushed with our respective activities that we don't really seem to have time to spend together.

Be that as it may, I decided to send you a good old fashioned letter. Remember when people wrote letters to each other? Wasn't that such a magical time? And so special that a memento of their love could be kept and cherished! Forever!

Did you know that I still have all the letters you wrote to me while I was a missionary? I do. I didn't know why I was keeping them since I tossed out all the other letters I received before coming home. But I kept yours and my little brother's. Yours made me laugh. I really looked forward to those letters as they generally came on a bleak day when I needed a little laughter.
Did you know I still take them out and read them when I am alone sometimes? I do.

I also wish there was a way to engrave words we hear so that they will be special all the time. Sunday we were talking about a toy we bought Keith. I don't even remember what it was. It wasn't meant to be a toy for him, but it ended up that way. I asked you if that wasn't the best $10 you had ever spent since it made our son so incredibly happy. You softly smiled (the smile that makes my heart jump, you know the one, where your dimple is so subtle and your eyes glow just a little) and squeezed my hand. You then whispered that the best $10 you ever spent had been that first letter to me... the Christmas card that arrived on Christmas Eve. I will never forget the tenderness in your voice, or the meaning behind those words. I was a puddle on the pew. And then you put your arm around me and I could have flown to Michigan and back.

Can you believe it has been nearly three years already? I know technically it has been so much longer than that (15 years, I think) but since I came home from my mission and you came into my life really it has only been three short years. Lots can happen in such a little amount of time, can't it? I now have your most beautiful ring on my finger, a cherubic child and a big baby bump all because of you. I never imagined that life could be so sublime. Really. I know it is so easy to get caught up in the little things (school, work, callings, cleaning, children, etc) that we forget the beauty of what we really have.

My love, thank you for your patience with me and with school. I know it is hard to see people having fun and laughing and actually having lives around you while you are stuck studying. But I know that we will be better off because of your dedication. I see your determination to finish school as another way of saying you love me. You want the best life possible for us, and so you are willing to sacrifice and miss out on things you would love to be doing, all because you love us so much and can see the bigger picture. Thank you for that.


P.S. I am thinking I am going to have to kidnap you this weekend simply because you have been working so hard and need a break. We will go do something you love doing and I will love to just be with you. Just giving you a head's up!
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