A love letter

Dear Sweetheart,

Since Hallmark has strongly suggested that I express my undying love for you today specifically, I thought I would write you a letter to do just that. It is actually quite timely for me to examine our relationship and how I operate within it since in the midst of all the soul-searching I have had to do to determine if I could ever become someone’s mother, I have been pontificating lately on my ability to show affection. This is a bit of a sticking point for me because in the past I have been accused of withholding such displays and of being stand offish. I don’t want to be such a cold person, yet sometimes I cannot bring myself to show my true feelings. I suppose this is one manifestation of how we sometimes become our parents.

But alas, I do love you so very much. I think about you all the time and my actions typically are motivated by a desire to make you happy on a daily basis. Each meal I make is carefully thought out so that you might taste my love every day. Every time I put your clean laundry away or buy you new clothes I hope that you will wear my love and feel it on you every day. Every night when you walk through the door of the home we have made together, I call out to you so that you are welcomed by the open arms of my love every day.

My desire is to fill you up with so much of my all-encompassing love that someday when you look back upon your life there is no room in your heart for fear or sadness or anything other than a sense of contentment and satisfaction that you were provided the best love has to offer.

Although I began this letter on a satirical note at Hallmark’s insistence, it has taken a turn and unveiled that perhaps I am so wrapped up in my love for you, that I cannot get out of my own way in order to offer a more obvious display of affection. So while I now pontificate on this revelation, please accept my meager gestures for what they are and know from whence they came: my love and my heart. Happy valentine’s day.