Dear Future Wife, I’ve made lots of promises in these letters to you. I’ve shown myself to be something of an idealist. Possibly even a dreamer. And, frankly, I couldn’t be more pleased with myself for that. (Or for most things I do, really.) I don’t plan on stopping. In fact, I think I’ll do [...]
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Hi, dear. I like shelter. Ever since I was a little twerp. We’d dig tunnels in the snow Unidentified former liquids frozen on the tips of our noses. Pausing halfway through to go home to try to warm frozen hands. Tracking snow into the house en route to the mitten basket to grab a dry [...]
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I woke up much earlier than usual this morning, love. The cool autumn air forcing me to instinctively burrow deeper under the generous covers. I squinted the clock into focus. 6:04. The only light in the room. I licked dry lips, knowing full well that comfort and darkness and laziness would conspire to keep me [...]
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Hi. It’s in my touch, love. On starry, starry nights and the darkest stormy days. My touch will soothe and it will excite. It will support and it will play. You’ll feel it when your little hand gets lost in mine as bad things happen to good people. As good things don’t happen fast enough. [...]
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Hi, baaaaby. Like Barbie before me, I’ve long thought about my dream house. Even before my flirtation with becoming an architect or engineer. I came up with some pretty rough floorplans, drawn on lined paper with a blotting pen. But it was an impressive house. I still think about it from time to time. But [...]
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Hi. I want to kiss you. A lot. Today. Right now. I want to try to find the exact perfect moment, you know, before realizing I am not controlling this. And that I don’t want to. That fate and momentum and love are driving. My hands trying to get lost in your hair. Our bodies [...]
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, baby. So I’ve been thinking about what it’ll be like when we meet. For the first time. Standing face to face. You know? You’ll think I look like Paul Bunyan in my plaid shirt. (I make them work.) (Yes, I do.) I’ll have my baseball cap — maybe one of three different Blue Jays [...]
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Hiiiiiii, baby. My proposal to you is going to be an all-timer. Your friends will smile through gritted, jealous teeth. Other dudes will hate me for raising the bar. It’ll be epic. EPIC. However… Then you’ll have to marry me. Ruh roh. I’ll first pitch my idea for a simple, Peter-in-jeans-and-tshirt, ceremony overlooking the water [...]
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Hiiiiiiiiii, you. I like snow. Sometimes. Lately it’s been reminding me of you. I can see it. Us standing side by side. The backs of our mittened-hands barely touching, but not holding. Yet. We stare out over the snow-decorated landscape. Bird tracks under a feeder. A cat’s paw prints showing where she waited nearby. Snow [...]
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, futurecutewife. There are a number of things I’m good at: 1) Getting rid of spiders. 2) Reaching things on high shelves. 3) Finding you music before it hits stores. (Don’t ask me about my business.) But there are a few things you won’t want me around for: 1) Grocery shopping. There may be others, [...]
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