So, today is an open letter of sorts, to ML (my love). I have mentioned what it meant a lot of posts ago, so if you didn’t know, now you do! I officially met him in September 2016, face to face. We had been friends on social media for at least 4 months and spent about 30 hours a week talking on the phone between our first convo up until our in-person meeting. Wow, what a journey we have been on!

This guy is my rock. My ace. My boo. My bestie. The first person I speak to when I wake up and the last person before I go to bed, besides my kid, if she is not awake when I do either. He does complete me in a sense, but I was living life happy before we met. I worked and met with friends and did stuff with my kiddo and didn’t really know that I was missing anything. Hopefully this letter will explain to him that I was…

ML,

I could call you so many other names, but this will suffice. Your presence in my life is unexplainable. You bring so much joy, insight, love and hope to my days and my nights. I know I can be hard to talk to, because I overtalk you, especially when I am mad about politics or a stupid person. I also interrupt sometimes when I am excited, but I appreciate your listening, because we talk several hours a day and you say that guys don’t typically stay on the phone that much. I really do value your time and the fact that you come to see us 3 weekends a month. Being on a bus after a busy work week all the way to DC and NYC and back in less than 48 hours shows me how much you value me and that nothing will stop you from seeing us, not even fatigue of a demanding career. You are appreciated!

And the trials! My divorce after a darn near 9 year separation, when my ex took me to court to try to get visitation and I lost my job due to having to take off so much, and my car breaking all at the same time! We had only been in each other’s lives 6 months when all of this was going down! The fact that you paid more than half on my car (actually our car) when we had been together such a short time is nothing short of a miracle. You are an angel to me and I may not show it all of the time because you say I act bad and like a brat, which is true, but I love you to pieces. I don’t take for granted the meals out and the trip to Italy or the upcoming trip to Paris with the kid in tow.:) I love how you love us and worry about us and try to protect us on a daily basis.

I try to treat you like the king that you are every time that you are around because you deserve it my dear. You and I have both lived alone for quite a long time, heck we felt alone when each of us were married! I know that I may seem bossy sometimes when I try to tell you what to do, but it is because I care. I am used to running a household alone and I only want to help you because you work so hard. I take your advice seriously and try to apply what you tell me because you are a wise, I just want you to do the same, so I may push a little too hard at times. But I will work on it. I am a strong and independent woman, but I do need what you have to offer and cherish it. I love our talks, our disagreements and every moment we are together. Can’t wait until you move down and we can be strong, as a unit.

I laugh with you everyday and I can be my goofy self with you like I can only be with my family. You are the guacamole to my tortilla chip. I love our weekends filled with coffee and books. I love our special language. I love us. You are truly irreplaceable and mean more than you will ever know…

xoxo

Dee