“Letter writing is such a heartless method of communicating. First, one has difficulty putting into words what he really feels—then he must worry for fear what is written is misunderstood—and that for a good long time, since he cannot erase once the post-box has banged shut, and then he must wait—and that is worst of…
She should have known it would be a storybook romance. From the time she learned to read, she immersed herself in the best of love stories, fiction and non. From Little Women and The First Four Years to Anne’s House of Dreams and The Twenty-Fourth of June, she knew what it should look like when The…
Her ring sparkled as they walked in. He was tall, with a bearing and a haircut that spoke of service to our country. But they were decked out in the official “country” garb around here: Carhartt jeans and Cabelas hoodies. Everything about them was new, even to the relationship, it seemed. “Do you like Honeycrisp…
We fell in love to the rhythm of Country music. The cassettes and CDs we mixed for each other became the soundtrack for those years. The songs we listened to reflecting the ups and downs, the excitement and the tears. “Don’t Take the Girl” was the first Country song he played me, the summer of…
We bought it on our honeymoon. The receipt is still in the back of our photo album, along with the rest of our maps and brochures and receipts chronicling that week. (And we think gas is expensive now!) We found it at the Mammoth Hot Springs General Store. Little did we know my sister-in-law would…
Dearest, Ten years ago today, we walked down the aisle together for the first time. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me, standing there across the stage at your sister’s wedding. Thick as the emotions were, there was no way I could help that big smile from flooding my face as we walked…
Dearest, We always said we’d learn to dance when we got married. But first there was a broken leg to prevent it, then there was always a baby belly or a baby in the way. We keep saying we’ll take dancing lessons when they’re older, laughing that by the time we get around to it…
Dear Daddy, I never thought I’d marry a man like my daddy. We were too much alike, you and me. Clashing more often because of our similarities than because of anything other than just me being an emotional teenage girl. But every year that passes, I see more and more resemblance between you and the…
Dearest, Did you know what you were getting into, my love, when you married a writer? Did you know it would mean oft coming home to dishes only half finished because inspiration struck in the midst of the soap suds? Did you know how often I’d nearly burn your dinner—or forget to get it started…
Weddings make me cry. So do goodbyes. But goodbyes at weddings? They really make me cry. I made it through my own wedding day with a big smile and dry eyes. Except for that moment my childhood and forever friend, my guestbook attendant, came up to hug me right before the ceremony started. And when…
Dearest, A few moments of reflection, and I’m right back there…six years ago. Valentine’s Day landed on a Tuesday then, too. And I’d just finally—on February 9, to be exact—used my free ticket voucher to get a ticket to come see you. I was arriving the day before Valentine’s Day. And we were both learning…
“It snowed on the hills around us last night.” I think of the words from one of his letters each time it snows on those same hills again each year. I remember how much I longed to be with him then, to watch it snow and let him warm my hands, my heart. Today he…
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The End.