Happy Halloween

Dearest Deborah,

Happy Halloween.

Just wanted to let you know that if you go out as yourself, you can tell everyone you’re dressed as the beautiful princess. Everything about you is that grand.

And it’s a beautiful day. The sky is diamond blue, the leaves are in full Technicolor, the breeze is exactly perfect—just like you, the star of my love, the blanket across my bed, the princess of my Halloween fantasy.

Love always and forever, Michael

Hey, Beautiful

Dearest Deborah,

The morning commute to work was colorless, drab and empty. Desolate. Wet and cloudy. But not for me. Even in the black subway, I had the color of love to keep with me. The color of our love, a true and true love.

Yes, I am that lucky.

I am lucky because I am in love with you. I have a love that is full of rainbows and candy and every prism of light anyone can be so lucky to see.

Love forever and always, Michael

TUESDAY AND ALL IS WELL

Dearest Deborah,

Have you seen the blossoms of spring become the apples of autumn? Everything needs its own time to become what it is to become. So too is this with our love. Each evening, each morning, each day and each hour, time only fine tunes how much I love you.

Will you be my apple blossom?

Love forever and always, Michael

AN APOLOGY BECAUSE...

Dearest Deborah,

In love we make mistakes--I make mistakes. I have done things and they were not always the best things to have done. I have loved you, love you now, love you forever and ever, with every ounce of my existence. I love you even more.

I'm sorry that I did not tell you about the loan. I'm sorry.

They say love heals everything. I hope this is true. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I have wronged you by not including you in my decision.

Yet as the sun rises over Lake Michigan, my love for you is as great as that sun--I could be that sun--I love you that much.

Love forever and always, Michael

A LOVE LETTER TO MY WIFE, THURSDAY

Dearest Deborah,

Sometimes the most mundane things can also make us feel even more in love and full us with happiness. I can’t say how it happened or why, but doing laundry with you last night at the laundry mat was so comfortable and peaceful and, and, and…I don’t even know if I can find the words to express myself.

It was just nice.

I guess I love you even more sharing that one experience with you and the hundred pounds of laundry and the wide screen TV and finding laundry bags and…

Love forever and always, Michael

LOVE LETTER TO MY WIFE ON WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY

Dearest Deborah,

How can I talk about love when I am not with you? I think of you and I'm in love. I imagine being with you and I'm in love. When I'm away from you, I miss being with you. When I'm with you, I'm in heaven because of love.

Just thought you'd like to know this October Wednesday is full of sunshine and hope and my love for you. If it rains, remember each raindrop is another drop of the love I feel for you.

Love forever and always, Michael

LOVE LETTER TO MY WIFE, TUESDAY MORNING

Dearest Deborah,

It's sloppy outside, mud slipping out of the yards and across the empty lots, large puddles and drizzle falling like bits and pieces of night. I don't care. Even in the worst weather, I think of you and everything is sun shiny bright and beautiful.

You know what the hardest thing in the morning is? No, not waking up. No, not helping get the kids to school.

No.

The hardest thing is waking up and letting go of you.

Love forever and always, Michael

A LOVE LETTER TO MY WIFE, MONDAY MORNING

Dearest Deborah,

Some days I go to work and I’m not sure if I’m feeling whole. There are days like that. Then I remember your touch against my leg, your kiss against my lips, the way your hair sprays across the pillow, the way the covers angle off away from you, how you sit and how you walk right after you awaken and walk into the kitchen to see who is making all of that noise.

I’m sorry for waking you. I have to go to work.

Yet I’m not sorry at all. True beauty comes at the moment it is least expected. Watching you squint in the light of the kitchen, your hair not perfect, your face curled up under its weight still asleep, you make my world whole.

You are that beautiful.

Love forever and always, Michael

Happy Friday the 13th

Dearest Deborah,

Happy Friday the 13th. I left you warm and secure in the house this morning. Hope you liked the grits and smoked fish. Hope the kids got off to a great start. Tried to call you when I arrived at work, but there was no answer. Guess you took the kids to school.

It’s cold outside and it’s cold in my classroom. I’m still wearing my coat. Hope the weather thaws and we can take a walk later. What’s a little superstition between friends.

This is the perfect weather for lovers to walk down the street, the leaves changing colors, the air free of discomforts, and everything just perfect. When I’m with you, that’s how I feel—just perfect. Some words you cannot say enough. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

Perfect.

Love always and forever, Michael

HOW DO I LOVE THEE...

Dearest Deborah,

How much do I love thee? Enough to eat the sun and run across the moon. More than the number of stars and the weight of an atmosphere. Enough for everyone to know how much I love waking to your smile and your beauty and your first morning kiss.

How much do I love thee? Infinity is not a description of my love.

Waking up with you at my side, me helping in the kitchen, us cooking together for the kids, how grand can life be.

Love always and forever, Michael