My husband wrote me a love letter. He does that from time to time. It’s good that he doesn’t too often, because it would not mean as much. Usually, he is a man of few words. Serious words anyway. He’s great at small talk, and he’s a wonderful listener, but expressing his feelings isn’t something he is apt to do very often.
It was a sweet letter. I won’t tell you the details because they are private. But he made me cry. Good tears. The kind only women really understand. The ones that stem from an overflow of love from the heart. The ones that would say (if men could understand), “You have no idea how deeply you just touched me.” The ones that acknowledge that you just let us deep down inside you in that place you keep secret, and thank you for that gift.
Men should do this every so often to their lady love. It doesn’t have to be long, just heartfelt. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just perfectly yours. Write letters to your wives, your girlfriends, your children — daughters AND sons. You never know when today might be your last day. Give them words in print to let them know how much they mean to you. On dark nights, those words will comfort. When you have a fight (and you will) those letters will help ease the pain.
I had my husband write letters to our children for when they are grown. Just in case we aren’t here then. They will have our hearts printed on paper. They will have words to remind them of our love, our pride in them, our hopes for their future, our belief in them.
J. made me fall in love with him all over again. Not that it is hard to do, but we both get so busy with Life, that sometimes we forget to remind the other just how special they are to us. This reminder I can keep in my keepsake box (every girl has one, even if it’s just a shoebox). I can pull it out when he is traveling for business, or when we have a fight, and remember just what it is that I love about him and be reminded that he loves me, too.
It’s easy to forget that. Well, not so much forget as we need reassurance. Women are very vulnerable creatures (or at least I am), and we need that reassurance. We need to know that you still find us attractive (stretchmarks, extra pounds, and all); that you love us as much today as the day you married us; that you have no regrets; that you still want to be a part of our lives and have us a part of yours.
We aren’t as tough as we would have you believe, or even as tough as we would like to believe. Our hearts are still fragile. We still need to be romanced. We still need your attention. We still need You.
So, when you have a few moments free, sit down and tell your lady love how you feel. It’s a little thing to do, but it will mean more than you can possibly know. Be honest and open. Write from the heart. She will appreciate it, and love you even more. Don’t be scared off by the tears you may cause. They really are good tears. And I’m sure, after she has wiped her eyes, she’ll tell you just how much you mean to her.
J. is my best friend and my lover. He is my companion and my partner. He is my husband and he means more to me than anyone else on earth other than our children.
I love him, too.