It's probably breaking some important blogging Rule, but I am re-posting something that is only just over a month old. Thinking about the Love It Up challenge at Momalom, I realized that this is the only real love letter I have probably ever written. That is so not cool. Poor Macondo Papa.
Writing a love letter for Valentine's Day would just be laughably ridiculous in my we're-too-cool-for-Valentine's-Day relationship. But the occasional love letter just because - how sweet would that be?
I wrote this love letter to him on our 11th anniversary. It's pretty tame I guess, but I like it, and he really liked it too (even though I had to explain 'crunchy' and 'mushy' -- some of our most romantic moments have been punctuated with vocabulary lessons). I will hereby write more love letters (yet another reason Macondo Papa should be happy I'm getting all into this blogging thing)...
We met 11 years ago today, on a long-distance, overnight bus in southern Mexico. We have since been to 8 countries together, lived in 4 cities and 7 houses. We have officially immigrated to each other's countries. We have been travelers, students, unemployed, under-employed, self-employed, over-employed, co-employed. We have two little boys. We are family.
We fall in and out of magic - or rather, we fall into magic and slip out of it, and, thankfully, deliciously, fall into it yet again. But my deep, true love for him never wavers. There isn't a drop in me that doesn't love him totally. There are so few things that I know with such certainty.
He is smart, beautiful, real, funny and loving. He is passionate and brave. He sings. He whistles. He has gorgeous eyes (and eyebrows!), a killer smile, and perfect hands. He is the most open-minded, open-hearted partner, lover, papa, thinker and political being.
He is not crunchy, or mushy, like me. He is yummy. He is sharp and cynical and critical and delightfully anti-social. He is full of edges. He challenges me. I fall short of him in so many ways.
I am so lucky.
F: Te amo.