Love Letters…

Hey Mama,

I wanted to write about our anniversary last night.

But I miss you when you're gone, so I thought maybe I'd write you a love letter instead.

I remember meeting you for lunch at Ridgedale years ago, I saw you first as you entered the mall. I didn't wave, I just watched you. It took you a moment to find me in the crowd. Your demeanor changed, your smile became deeper, your eyes more piercing.

You loved me then. Long before we knew what love really was.

Tonight when I met you at that little tap house, I came around the corner, and you shot out of the booth with that same smile and those same piercing eyes. You still love me.

Twenty-three years is a long time together, or maybe not? Has it been years or maybe just long enough to whisper to each other "I love you".

You let me be me, you are unashamed of my broken pieces. And when I am with you, you heal the broken, soften my edges, and let me have this so silly mustache.

All these memories, all that we have seen our boy achieve, all the memories that are left to be made.

I wanted to write you a love letter, but then I realized...you are my love letter.

See you soon Mama.