Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The World is Ours [A Marriage Letter]

Dear Jason,

Every morning I pull out of our driveway, press the button to close our garage door, and I wonder how this all happened to me. I look at the house that is yours and mine and I can't believe the good of my life. That red front door, the white-trimmed windows, the rose bushes aplenty belong to us. And my heart flutters that I get to love you inside the walls of that home.

Oh Thomas, I love you at home. I love you while you sit on the right side of the couch and me on the left. I love you as you let out soft snores in the depths of the night and I lay awake in bed. I love you in the comfort of our home, the smell of your soap on the air after you get out of the shower, the laundry routine we fall into on weekend afternoons. I love you at home.

But this month, as we rafted and camped and jumped from rocks, I grew to love you more. I laid next to you on a sleeping deck under the glittering night sky and I wondered how this all happened to me. I looked at the man that's snoozing, listened to the night animals' conversations, and I couldn't believe the good of my life. Your blonde hair, your blue eyes, your hunger for all that's good in life belongs to me. And my heart flutters that I get to love you in all the places this wold has to offer.

I fall in love with you when we are away. I fall in love as I watch you adore new places and spaces. I fall in love as you wander and stare and stop to make sure you've taken in each inch. I fell in love on the banks of the creeks in Bishop, on the beaches of Cancun, in the harbor of Cabo, over the brews of Colorado, on the currents of the Snake River, and -once again- under the stars of a Kernville sky.

I love you at home but oh how being away makes me more deeply yours.

The world is ours because your heart is mine. Italy, Africa, Sydney, Iceland. They are ours because you belong to me and I to you. Brazil, Alaska, Tahiti, Paris. They are not simply destination, but promises that bring our vows and love to life.

Thankful to share this world, this life, with your kind, handsome soul,
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This letter is one in a series of letters I write to remember mundane moments of my marriage that would otherwise slip away. I write with a dedication to hold tight to him and to remember how life looks right now at this very moment. The chance for these letters to shed light on our marriage before children for our children because they won't know us as newlyweds is a much loved and added bonus.

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