You are currently enrolled in a math class and sent me this picture via text saying “This equation makes sense to me.” Its seriously always these little silly things that mean the world to me.
Yesterday you asked me what my new address is, I gave it to you but only after satisfying my curiousity. You told me that since we are cutting corners to save money for leave that you chose to write me a letter for Valentines day so today I wrote yours. I am beyond happy that we are toning down for an already overhyped “holiday”. You are brilliant and I love you.
I wrote about this letter before but I just want to share my favorite line in the entire thing:
“This is going to be a great adventure.”
So simple, yet truer words have never been spoken. I wouldn’t want to be on this “ride” with anyone else. I cannot wait to see what the decades ahead will be filled with, I love you to Pluto.
When you married me you knew I was a “master procrastinator”. Its an ongoing joke in my family that I will be late to my own funeral so it comes as no surprise that you STILL don’t have your Christmas presents. Partial blame goes to the post office that likes to be deceitful about shipping charges but most of the blame lies on my shoulders. I received my gifts from you two weeks before Christmas, and here we are, January 16th with no presents in sight for you. I tucked my (not so neatly) wrapped presents away in the closet and everyday you begged me to open them and everyday I told you “no, I want us to open them at the same time.” Today you begged again and I asked you to give me five good reasons why I should open them, and well, you delivered five good reasons. I opened them and I love every last thing. Here’s to our Christmas in January, I love you.
This is so us. Human tables & thumbs up. Officially becoming Mrs. Dover.
Lessons in love, Part 1 of an eternal novel.
This week has been one of the most trying for us and I am sure we have many more battles like it ahead. We are human, we make mistakes and we learn from them, such is life. “Without hurt how can we know true joy?”, “what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger”, “everything happens for a reason”. These are the things I keep telling myself but the truth of the matter is that we go on being human. Living with our imperfections. Acknowledging one anothers weaknesses and loving despite. Jumping hurdles. Overcoming obstacles. Establishing our balance. Fighting sometimes, forgiving always. One thing is certain and that is that we are in this together. You will make me cry and I will light you up with rage but we will laugh, and love, and live the best, inimitable life we can. Our love goes the distance and nothing could ever stop it.
90 days my love and this girl cannot WAIT to attack you with kisses at baggage claim. :)
Reasons.
Recently we were late night texting (well late night for me, early morning for you) and I told you how perfect I think you are for me and that I couldn’t have gotten luckier in the husband department. You asked why and that’s when I force fed you the following list of reasons.
You are calm and patient, both things that I need in my life. I am a tornado. I make messes, you are the rescue team that comes in and saves me and then cleans up the mess I leave behind. One kiss from you makes my toes curl. You have goals and you chase them. You dont make excuses for not doing things that you want to accomplish…you just do it…end of story. You have this look on your face sometimes when we’re together like your world is just too perfect and nothing at all could top it and I just want to bottle up that look and sell it, that’s how divine it is. You are so goofy, and you dont even care as long as ONE person laughs then it’s all worth it. You show every emotion. You lay it all out on the table, there is no guessing game. You are sexy. Especially when you haven’t shaved in a few days, or when you are just waking up and your eyes are a special shade of blue and your voice is raspy. Kids love you. For some reason they gravitate towards you. Do you know how much that drives a woman insane? To know that her man is going to be the greatest Dad in the world?
I love you. And there are a lot of reasons as to why, I just want you to know that the love I have for you is incredible.
Sometimes when we are “KIKing” I click your photo (one I snapped of you) and just stare at it for a few minutes. It’s not your real smile, not even close. It’s your “hurry up and take the damn picture” smile. You were driving a vehicle that doesnt belong to us and we were in the midst of your first blizzard so you were beyond nervous and I know the last thing you wanted to do was pose for a stupid cellphone picture for your new wife, but you did it anyways because you knew it would make me happy. I know you always have the goal of “keep her happy” in your mind and I think you should know that you’re achieving that goal.
Today you made rank! You are now an E-4, Third Class Petty Officer in the United States Navy. I could not be more proud of you…I told you that you could do it! I can’t wait for the day where we get to be TOGETHER to celebrate something. Good job MA3 Bear.
My Mother always says “I should have named you Grace”, simply because I am very clumsy and accident prone and I find it absolutely hilarious that I married someone ten times clumsier than myself, not to mention your IMPECCABLE luck. One minute you are getting your finger stuck in something, running into a pole, getting stung by a jelly fish, or breaking something. August 25th is your birthday and I put together a package of random things to send you and in it was this countdown jar I made you filled with the amount of kisses until the next time we get to see each-other. (The jar on one side says “Countdown to me your honey & then a sticker of a bee” and on the other side says “a kiss a day, mwah”) This past weekend I received a text from you saying “Babe I did something bad and I feel horrible.” My stomach dropped, usually when someone gets information like that its something world changing. After typing at lightning speed the word “what” you informed me that you accidentally knocked the countdown jar off of your counter-top sending it to its demise. I laughed to myself picturing you in one of your “moments” and all was well in our world again. I can only imagine how ridiculously graceless our children will be. I guess we will be masters at kissing boo-boos.
P.s
Only 136 more days…
Ringtone.
Girls do this thing where they adopt things/ideas/favorites of their current “love interest”. Usually its a song or wearing his favorite color all of the time. So I guess its only natural that when you revealed your “song of the moment” (Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae) I went ahead and made it my ringtone.
This video has gone viral this week and I posted it to my Facebook and asked you to watch it, the next day I brought it up in conversation.
Me: Babe did you watch that kid video?
You: Yes.
Me: Too cute huh? Do you think our kids will be as clever as the last two?
You: Yes, they will be clever and smart just like you.
Me: What will they get from you?
You: Blue eyes and charm.
I swear your answer for everything is “blue eyes and charm.” Is that how you’ve survived the past 23 years of life? I love you, your ridiculous (yet cute) responses, and your blue eyes and charm.
Dark curls and baby blues.
“I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don’t want to look around any more: I don’t need to look around for anything.” - Sylvia Plath
I know you don’t read and that you don’t like animals (big or little) at all but we can replace those with your love of sports, the fact that your nickname is ‘Bear’, and your uncanny bad luck (something that has provided us with plenty of laughs). I have never written you a poem or baked you a cake but I write for you (See! right now!) all the time, in fact you inspire my writing, I’ve made you waffles, and I remember one time after fighting and storming off to the store I came back with a peace offering of doughnuts so that’s something right? I love the thought that our bodies were “made in the same body-shop” to fit together, because we do…we fit together like a lock and key. Although her quote is personal and its her thoughts on her husband I still love the message. You are my everything. Your quirks, your dark curly hair, your blue eyes, your laughter, your raspy morning voice…they’re mine and I wouldn’t give any of that up for anything in the world. Everything I love is jammed into a perfect southern package of dark curls and baby blues.
Words with husband.
We play words with friends and you just played the word ‘BEAR’. The amount of joy it brought me is infinite.
