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Dear Love

 

Dear Love,

Forgive me, it has been a while since I have written to you. It's not for a lack of news; home is buzzing with the typical growing pains and experiences of our family. For me, it's simply that I miss your hands, your warm body, your words. I miss planning things for us to do together. I have to admit, you always had the best ideas.

I've become a Master Chef, but not the kind you see on TV. Oh, no! I'm cooking your dishes—daring, adventurous, and full of flavor! I set the table and see you in your chair, right opposite mine, with that favorite smile of yours, approving the dinner. I remember the first time you made spaghetti with tomato and basil. You thought I wasn't going to like it. Boy, were you in for a surprise! It became my favorite dinner. You made it for me. What a treat!

Christina, you were the wife I always wanted to have. The fact that we found each other made me feel so special. We worked hard to be together and celebrated our love during our time together. Not a single day went by that wasn't full of our love. I miss you so much.

It will be more difficult to travel during the holidays now; we have pets, two cats. Their names are Sophy and Nikky. They are sisters. Sophy likes me, but Nikky is a little difficult. I got them mainly for our girls. The cats adore Raquel. I've mentioned to Raquel that you had a cat you loved very much. I showed her your picture holding Puss, and she holds her cats in a similar way, I think, to get closer to you.

This winter, I would like to visit Lightning Lake on our anniversary at Manning Park. I would like that very much, even though I know you won't be there.

Missing you always,

Your husband

P.S. I wonder if you have a computer where you are, so you can read my blog. I'm writing here because I don't know your email address.

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