Tuesday, February 14, 2012
So as I was accidentally going down memory lane I found an envelope filled with little folded pieces of paper. I thought I recognized the handwriting but until I unwrapped the little pieces of paper I was not sure. As soon as I held the first note I was smiling ear to ear. These were all notes from Pete. Notes he had written me a long time ago.
I was kinda shocked that I had kept these particular notes. Pete and I were friends in high school but never dated. I am not much of a sentimental keepsake kinda gal, especially when it comes to high school stuff. But for some reason when I left my parents house at 17, 2 years before Pete and I started dating, I did not throw these away.
While I was reading through a few of the notes I could not help but fall in love with that tall, skinny, football player all over again. I was standing there feeling so lucky. I got him. I actually married him. Who would have thought? I was standing in OUR basement looking back at 2 people who knew nothing of the future ahead of them. The notes that ended with him telling me how much he hated track all of a sudden felt like a gift from the past, a chance to remember just how far we have come together.
I love his words. I always have. I love his handwriting and I love how he writes. I miss the days of getting a letter from him while he was deployed. I love how he loved me through his letter. I love how he is still a guy I liked in high school through the letters I found in our basement.
I put the letters in the sugar can in the kitchen. I could not keep them in that random box anymore. I love that I have these and they were meant to be kept even if I don't remember keeping them....
Happy Valentines Day