A Letter to my Husband

Hiya handsome.

(I hope that you're with Jake and Nate when you read this, so that you can get teased a little.  Just kidding... well, maybe not completely.)

Hasn't it been a great eleven months?  Before we got here, did you ever think we would spend most of our first year of marriage living in Chicago?  I sure didn't.  I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that.

I remember being freaked out at the prospect of living in the city, and I know you still tease me about my city-slickness, but it seems so normal now.  The thought of spending a year in a minuscule, studio apartment, was daunting.  Especially one without a dishwasher.  But we made it.  Happily, I'd like to think.


I think back to all of the wonderfully cozy nights we spent in our little room.  Cooped up with snow blowing around outside, while we watched a terrible Red Box movie with hot coco and popcorn.  Or the afternoon that we did nothing but stare outside while listening to classical music.  I will miss our great view...




I know I got frustrated sometimes at our circumstances.  At not being able to start out in a bigger place.  At our employment outlook.  But you were never less than positive about everything.  Thank you for that.  You helped me keep life in perspective.  Thank you for reminding me that it was just a short, wonderful season of our life together.

It really was wonderful, you know.  I will miss our little place.  I will miss it because it was ours.  Our first place.  Our first home.

We had some good memories during our year in Chicago, didn't we?

You decorated our apartment so wonderfully for our first Christmas.

 We revisited our early dating stomping grounds.

 

We pulled together a pretty great couple's costume.

 

 We had some great times with friends.  Boy, am I going to miss them.

 

We attended our friends' wedding.  And you looked smashing.  (As always.)

(Thankfully, Kelly is handier with a camera than I am, and had some of these moments documented.  I should probably disclose that I stole them from her on FB.)

I could write to you about so much more, dear husband, but my time at the computer is limited and I figure... our anniversary is coming up very quickly... So maybe I'll have another letter to write then. 

I hope you had as great a time this year as I did.  

I love you.

Aimee