Dear Sweetheart

A Love Letter To My Future Wife

I’m sorry.

How did a ‘good morning’ turn into a petty argument about who was going to take our son to soccer practice so quickly? It’s stupid. It’s minor. And in the scheme of everything, it doesn’t matter.

Sweetheart, you’re everything I never thought I could have and I’m so lucky that someone with your brilliance and your passion for life stumbled into my life.

You know, I remember the day I fell in love with you. It always seems like yesterday. We were walking hand in hand along the pier in Brooklyn on a gorgeous spring day. You were telling me about that project you’ve been passionately researching for months and how your boss finally gave her approval for you to run with it. You ran ahead of me with this huge smile on your face, silently asking me to catch up to you. I kept my distance and just watched as you leaned against the railing and looked out to Manhattan, your eyes glimmering with excitement and love for this city that had brought us together. I made sure to etch that look into my memory forever before I came up next to you, slipping my arms around you and nuzzling my head into the crook of your neck. I breathed in your scent and just felt so safe; so at home. We stayed that way for a few seconds before you turned in my arms and said, ‘I’m so happy too, sweetheart.’

And I just knew. I saw it. All of it. You, me, us; forever. It was all there, staring at me in the face. I didn’t even have to tell you how I felt because you knew. You’ve always known. And the words came out; barely audible and carried by the breeze of the water but they were finally out there in the universe. It took a couple more weeks before you would reciprocate the feeling but it’s one of the many reasons I love you; you take your time and make decisions when you’re ready and not when you’re pressured to.

Funnily enough, our wedding was one of the most un-stressful moments of my whole life. All the ‘things’ didn’t matter to me (which sort of drove you crazy…oops), and all I was looking forward to was seeing you walking down the aisle towards me and opening up a new chapter of our lives in front of the 100 people we had invited. No muss, no fuss; just pure love. And it was more than I could have ever imagined. You were breathtakingly stunning; miraculous in every sense of the word. Seeing you walk down the aisle with your father on your arm left me breathless. I almost had my ‘Man Of Honor’ pinch me to see if I was dreaming but I decided against that when I knew he would ACTUALLY do it. Honestly, I was surprised I didn’t lose it right then and there. The ceremony was a blur when all I can remember is staring straight into your eyes and just thinking how incredibly lucky I was to have you in my life, now and forever more.

It didn’t take long for us to discuss when we wanted to start a family. Conveniently, the trip I had wanted to make since my early 20s was rapidly approaching and you said, “Let’s take this trip and we’ll decide when we get back. What’s the rush, darling?” You were right per usual. Three months of backpacking through Thailand, Cambodia, Laos and a surprise trip to the Maldives later, we finally had answer.

12 months later, our little boy was born. Nothing could have prepared me for the insane amount of love that would be coursing through my body the moment I saw him in your arms. The two most important people in my life were sitting right in front of me and I knew right then that I had everything I could have ever needed. You looked up at me with an exhausted smile and I moved my hand to caress your cheek and run my hand through your hair; trying to find every way to tell you that I was completely connected to you in this very moment.

It’s been over 6 years since that day our little boy came into our lives and every day has been filled with wonder and pure joy. You’re still as passionate about what you do since I met you all those years ago and you’re still as supportive of me and my multiple writing side projects. So much has changed in our lives but our strength is unwavering.

I guess what I’m saying is, is that I’ll go pick up our son from soccer practice tonight and come home with dessert from our favorite restaurant that we’ll share in the kitchen after we put him to bed. And yes, I’ll pretend I’m not offended that you already took a bite before I even made it up the stairs.

Here’s to tomorrow, the next day, and forever sweetheart.