4.3.2011

To My Dear One,

We met, two years ago, this day. It was in the evening in the living room, caused by kids who we no longer see. We shared laughter and conversation under the starry pinpoints and and a disregard for our reservations on a chilly April night. I remember walking you home. I remember the streetlights bouncing their dirty light off of the bricks beneath our feet and coming around that corner and to your front step. You standing on the step made you as tall as I was (almost). We stood and traded telephone numbers. You told me to make sure I called you because you were a Southern girl and that was the appropriate thing to do. My heart filled with the warmth of that Southern everything, that warmth has never gone away. You told me afterwards that you were not going to kiss me that night, but you did. We kissed at that step and I knew that we were to be together again, we were the special us that most people never experience.

We have come a long way since then. What the cliche calls bumps in the road as both parties made their mistakes. But show me an experienced body, that has lived life to its utmost fullest, and tell me it has no scars. Tell me it has never suffered even the slightest scratch or contusion in experiencing its experiences. Show me an old craftsman, and tell me his hands are not callused from all that he has created. Show me an old cowboy, and tell me his face is not leathery from the sun that follows him obediently as he meanders the desert. We are but an us on our way to being an an old us, living in a house with children and grandchildren and great grand children and great great grandchildren. And now we are past our injuries of the past. We face a new mark of growing old as we spend this time apart. But that will soon be over and we will face the challenges this world wiser for the years and ready to take on everything.

And now I sit here, miraculously awake, yearning for your body to be here with mine, watching TV and dreaming of things we will do. I want to do everything. And so do you. I have a lot of dreams for us. Because I know that these two years have been extremely hard, but at the same time loving you is the easiest thing that I have ever done. As we complete our dreams, we will grow new ones. Perpetual dream making as we continuously turn our dreams into accomplishments. I love you. I do not want this talk of the future to scare you. I will be there with you. And I will be the happiest man to ever exist because of you.

This may sound really bad, but all I wanted to say is that I have never known another human being with whom I long for more. I have never had anyone make me more happy than you have over the past two years. And I know you will only make me happier. I love you. Happy Anniversary.

Truly Yours,
Those Jolly Lions