Who Knows Where Thoughts Come From, They Just Appear

Dear Husband,

So you're probably wondering what this whole blog is about, right? Or I'm totally wrong, you've already grasped at my well hidden concept - because let's face it, you're super smart and it's actually really hard to get anything past you. If you haven't got it yet, or you're pretending to be stupid for my sake (thank you), I'll let you in on my secret.

This blog is my anniversary present to you. 

(I bet you're regretting mentioning that you loved getting my homemade gifts now, right?)

So I've been sitting on a form of this idea for a while. And you know me, every idea or thought I've ever had comes from reading a book, watching a movie or hearing a song... this one, came after watching PS I Love You. I thought, "I want that! If Matt dies, I want lots and lots of letters posthumous."  

(Yes I did just have to Google 'posthumous' in order to avoid typing 'post humus').

And the morbid part of me then thought, "What if I'm the one that dies first? What will Matt do? Will he know how much I loved him? How he was the center that my world pivoted around? That he was my breath, my heart, my pure reason for existing at all?"

And I wanted to start writing those letters to you. But I'm not sick. And to my knowledge I'm not going to die anytime soon. Or at least I'm not planning on it. And frankly, writing letters from beyond the grave when you're not even sick is a little creepy.

And then I thought, "Why should he have to wait until I die for him to know how much I love him?" And because 'I think therefore I blog', well . . . I thought . . . therefore . . . you now have a blog, dedicated to you.

Remember how anytime I ask if you've read my latest blog post you say something like, "That one wasn't about me." Well, guess what? Every post on this blog will be about you. For you, actually. Letters, every single day (for as long as I can keep this up) to remind you how wonderful you are, how special, handsome, etc, etc, etc - look, you know you're awesome and the concept of this blog is kind of an ego stroke to begin with.

These letters will not only remind you of why I love you, but they'll remind me. Because I made a promise to try as hard as I can to post one letter every single day. That includes all the days that I'm pissed at you because you left your deodorant stick on the kitchen counter, or your socks in the middle of the floor. It'll force me to try and get over those things, and love you anyways. Cause you're totally worth it. Cause meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. And marrying you was the smartest thing I ever did.

Happy Anniversary, baby.

Love,

Your Wife

P.S. I love you.