I'm writing my husband 365 love letters this year. Here is letter #17.
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein,
It's strange writing over and over again how much I miss you and wish you were sleeping next to me. It feels like I'm writing letters to my husband who is overseas and off to war.
Our life is different, unique. Time is different in our house. The picture of us to the outside world is distorted. No one will ever understand our story except for us.
Work hard, play hard.
As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I promised you on our wedding day that I would always support your dreams.
Sometimes I wonder what you're doing as I write my letters... are you thinking of me? Screaming at an inmate? Doing paperwork? Looking at the clock? Trying not to fall asleep? Responding to a "man down"?
We miss you. Jack talked about you a lot today. He misses you.
But we're also very proud of you.