Today is the day of love. A day that some celebrate the love they have or the love they lost. A day that some mourn the love they never found or that they let get away. It’s a day we try to sweep the hard reality of living in love under the rug… or perhaps we just try to focus on the good… if only for a day.
This year I’ll celebrate my 15th wedding anniversary. To some, that’ll sound like a lifetime. To others, you’ll know we’re just getting started. To any who have been married for any length of time, you’ll know that means we have seen the best and the worst of each other. You’ll also know that it’s likely we’ve reached the end of our ropes, our wits and our nerves either a few or all too many times. I’ll let you in on a not-so-secret… it’s the latter.
However, in the midst of the struggle for a healthy relationship and marriage, we find ways to stay connected. One of those ways my husband has found is through writing love letters. Lots and lots of love letters.
You have the soul of an artist.
You are courageous.
You are a lover of languages.
You are a lover of history.
You speak with passion and conviction.
You inspired others to be brave.
You have led this family on great adventures.
And you have encouraged us to be FREE!
You are Lady Braveheart!
and I love you forever.
It started years ago. Well, it started when we met… online, through email, kind of like online love letters. I grew used to hearing from him though the written word (which is my favorite form of communication). A decade later, when things weren’t going so well, he picked it up again, the love letter. He started writing me one every single day. For a year. An entire year.
I know you are like, WHAT?!? Who does that? That guy is a keeper. Well, yeah. You’re right. Absolutely right. Not just for that reason, but that attitude of doing whatever it takes to keep a marriage together, is the real keeper.
Here’s why I’m telling you this now. He started writing them to me again. I’m not even sure when it started. Some time last month. Or maybe the first of the year? I wasn’t keeping track because I didn’t expect them to continue. But they have.
Nearly every day I wake up to a love note or card slipped under our door or sitting on the bathroom counter. They all have a word or two, sometimes a little sketch that gives a clue to what is inside, and the date.
Inside, he shares his heart, builds me up, declares his love, and makes me smile.
Today, on this day, when love is in the air, I just had to declare, that my love is true and each day begins anew. To my beloved Ron, I love you.