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Dear Eric,

Do you remember? Do you remember the details of my favorite love story?

By the time you read this you will be on another continent. You will be in a different time zone, in a different country and far away from the life you have made here. The life you have made with me, your wife now for 13 years, the life that is everything I ever dreamed about and more.

There is more laughter and more love, more stink (can you even believe the amount of stink?!) and more worry than I ever dreamed of. There is less fancy, less money sometimes and a whole lot less sleep than I ever dreamed of. When I dreamed, I dreamed of a life full of joy and happily ever after. I dreamed of slow dancing and happy hours and Christmases under the mistletoe. I dreamed of you and me.

It all began with you and me. When the priest said “and 2 become 1” he forgot to add 4 more. 1+1=6 now, he didn’t mention that. We are a family of 6. I am married to the love of my life. I love my life and I love you. It all began with you.

I see you. I loved you first, even though most days you’re 5th in line, sometimes even 6th; I know, the dog gets attention or fed or loved on before you. Even though this isn’t exactly what we dreamed about, it’s better. It is SO much better. And I am so grateful you are here. I am so thankful that it’s you. You are a dream come true.

Do you remember when we spent hours with one another? Sometimes, hours doing nothing; sometimes, hours doing THE thing ;) Do you remember? Your presence was enough. Simply being near you and in the same room as you was enough. It will always been enough.

Do you remember when the cutesy nuances were endearing and arousing and adorable? I loved it when you asked me 15 questions during the movie that I too, was just seeing for the 1st time. I love that about you. I will always love that about you.

Do you remember when you walked into the room and I dropped everything and everyone to greet you? I would jump into your arms and wrap my legs around your waist and you would snuggle in and kiss my neck. That was my favorite. That will always be my favorite.

Fast forward 16 years and things have changed. I have changed and you have changed and “we” have changed. We have changed, but you are still my favorite. And my love, will you please forgive me?

Forgive me for not spending hours with you when you wanted me to. Forgive me for doing laundry and cleaning toys up instead of being with you. Forgive me for being upset when you were home late and not dropping everything to greet you and forgive me for asking you to stop asking me questions during a movie. I adore you and I didn’t mean to.

I meant to say, “yes, I would love to spend hours with you and just be.” I meant to stop cooking and greet you with a giant hug and kiss. And I meant to laugh when you asked me another question about a show that I too, was watching for the 1st time. And you know what else, I meant to say thank you.

Thank you for wanting me for hours on end. Thank you for unshakable drive to provide for and support our family. Thank you for watching anything the children and I ask you to. Thank you for making my dreams come true.

Thank you for the belly laugh that belts from the soul of our little girl that only you can evoke. Thank you for rocking that fussy baby for the 4th time in a night so I can try and rest. Thank you for 13 years of dreaming, and working hard and taking risks and loving me. Thank you for the 4 children you have made with me. Thank you for your strength. Thank you for your confidence. Thank you for your faith.

You are the greatest husband in my all-time favorite love story. Neither distance nor time difference can lessen our love. You are the man of my dreams. I dreamt of you then; I dream, still of you now. You are the love of my life. Happy 13 years, my love.

Xoxo,

Mollie