I might have mentioned it a time or two before, but Mr. Serious and I go way back….like high school way back.
During that time we might have exchanged a love letter or two. And maybe a note or a picture or a goofy sign.
Each of them tells their own story. An anniversary, a basketball game, Valentine’s day, a birthday, a three week trip to England and France. That particular trip I mailed letters before he even left home so that when he arrived in England there would be letters waiting for him.
This box of letters (only a couple are shown) had been safely stored at the in-law’s house in Mr. Serious’ room for many years. Well they are moving and these were the only things that Mr. Serious wanted out of the room Swoon. Yeah, he’s a keeper and all mine ladies.
We’ve both pulled them out periodically and taken little trips down memory lane. Some of them are so sugary sweet you’d instantly get a cavity. Some just take a snapshot of a moment in our history preserved on paper. To be honest, while reading them I think of how naive I was and how mushy gushy I was and I’m a little embarrassed. But, not many people are lucky enough to say they fell in love with their high school sweetheart, went off to college together, moved to a new city and had three cute little girls together.
So even though it’s a little silly reading them, I like that they are there. And now I’m motivated to do two things 1) go find that box of letters that he wrote me…I know it’s around here somewhere and 2) be more intentional about writing my feelings and leaving little notes for Mr. Serious more often.
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