(I hope that I am not the only one who immediately starts humming the Janet Jackson song)
I have always thought that this was kind of an obvious statement but I suppose because it does hold some truth to it, there’s no harm in using it.
Dear Husband,
From day one you
have always been the book smart one. You are the one who understands numbers, business and history (and actually likes these things). Me? I like
to think that what I lack in math and history smarts I make up for with a love
for literature and all things artistic. You are a worrier by nature and you
have figured out how to make a sport of pacing around the house tormenting
yourself about what could happen. I tend to be the type who believes that most
of the time things could be worse and that we will just have to deal with what
life hands us when it happens. You think I’m crazy for sitting down with a book
for hours and losing myself in its pages and characters. I think you’re crazy
for sitting down with the golf channel for more than 5 minutes. You almost
always try to keep your thoughts and emotions to yourself while I prefer to talk
about almost everything that comes across my mind. You have a natural instinct regarding
directions and an ability to determine where to go regardless of where we are
and I…sadly … would get lost in a paper bag.
I could probably
go on for days about the things that make us so different from one another but
it doesn’t matter how many things there are or what they are in the long run. We
fell in love despite our differences because love finds a common ground and
then grows. We have grown up together and have learned to embrace our
differences, our commonalities and the changes.
That being said, I
have this sneaking suspicion that you are going to come home tonight and
excitedly bake stuffed salmon in the house while I gag and make cartoon-like
faces (I do not like when the house smells like fish and I think your salmon
looks the same going down as it would coming up. Ugh.) Just another example that some days...we are
so different. But ya know what?
I’m loving every
minute of it.
Love,
Elyse
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