May 16th

Dear Copper,

We stayed at your friend's house last night, so this letter is actually coming about a day late, but it has to do with events that happened yesterday. One of my old college roommates and one of your buddies were all cuddled up on the couch last night on the edge of a "budding romance" (or something like that) when we went upstairs to give them some time/space to get to know one another. It was strange, watching the duo unraveling the mystery of meeting a stranger (and possible romantic interest) for the first time.

I hope you will always be a familiar stranger to me; someone I know and feel comfortable with due to time, although someone who is consistently growing and changing (along with myself) to be a better person. I hope that there is always still that level of mysterious unknown between the two of us even after time has gone by, and that we will still be sitting next to each other learning what makes the other person so unique years into our marriage.

Last night, I was reminded (yet again) of how lucky I am to have found you. The handsome guy in the backwards hat, who fixes things around the house, who holds our family dog like a baby, who does yoga and keeps me calm, who stands next to me and holds my hand at church, who loves me more than anything... loves me in return.

And that in itself is a mystery I will never understand.

Love,
Fox