My dear husband,
In the process of making breakfasts for the next week, I realize how much I wish you were in my life. With five elastic bands and my cardigan wrapped around a jar of salsa, I finally yanked it open in triumph, only to realize I still have one more jar of sundried tomatoes to go. Since I am choosing to find this funny, I guess this whole situation could be labelled as “single girl problems”.
At least this is all quite entertaining.
your future wife
I’m starting this online journey of writing to you because it can compile everything I want to say to you much better than a paper journal or loose leaves of paper. It dates everything automatically and effortlessly makes everything look so pretty. Most of all, sometimes my thoughts…