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…
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…
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…
Dearest, Every year about this time, it all comes flooding back to me. The reality of how close I came to the loss hits me full force. The loss of you…my then-newlywed husband, my best friend, the father of our then-future children (whom I already knew would have reddish blond curls!). You laugh when I…
Dearest, Sometimes, I awake in the middle of the night from dreaming of you. I think to myself, I haven’t written Merritt in forever—or called him, or anything! I miss him! And then I remember—I’m married to you! You are sleeping right next to me! It washes over me anew then, as I snuggle up…
Dearest Love, You talked to me when I was your sisters’ friend. You treated me normally when we were in those awkward early years of adolescence. You teased me just like you teased your sisters so I could be myself. You were a friend to me when I was a silly, frumpy, opinionated teenager. You…
Dearest Fred, Can you believe that today marks 14 years since our families met? We were just-barely-turned 13-year-olds. We had no idea we would be meeting our future spouse that day. But the God-ordained timing of the Riverside Geyser in Yellowstone National Park on September 30, 1996 changed our lives forever. It was three and…
Dearest, As with so many, many things in my life, my memories of September 11, 2001, are all intertwined with memories of you. My dad, brother Will, and I had gotten up early that morning. We were driving here to help your family with building your parents’ home. The Country radio station was on (it…
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin’, whatcha got cookin’ How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me Hey, sweet baby, don’t you think maybe We could find us a brand new reci-pe. Hank Williams Jr. Hey Good Lookin’ Husband of Mine! I wish I could remember which visit it was that I first saw this little oven and…
Dearest Pen Pal, The lady who owns our local Hallmark teases you because she doesn’t see you as much now that we are married. But I tell her it’s because I get to see you now that we are married. Our communication isn’t limited to the pen and ink you filled each blank space of…
The End.
The End.