Merry Christmas Sarah,
I’m writing this to tell you I love you, and Merry Christmas. A few years ago, 2007, one? two? days after Christmas I proposed to you (officially). You said yes! Since then we have lived in a basement, in a trailer at my parents’ house, and now we’re strangers in a Strange land. Thank you for your support as I finish school, 173 days left! Some day I’ll learn to take care of the kids so you can get some R&R. Until then, consider this a binding pledge that I’ll spring for Subway as often as you need.
We currently have three kids, a minivan, and some nice furniture; we even went big on decorations for Christmas this year. As we move out of San Francisco (I think that we already have in our minds), I hope to keep this ball rolling and just keep having the time of my life with you and the kids. Thank you for being a wonderful wife to me and a wonderful mother to our kids. I love you for all the things you do, but especially for showing me real kindness and the value of selfless love. For the first Christmas ever, I actually care more about what everyone else gets rather than what’s under the tree for me. Your sweet demeanor brings out the meek in me, without any type of force; being around you makes me a better person.
I’m very glad we’ll be together forever. I’ll keep trying to explain to you how I feel, even if it’ll never fully illustrate what you are to me I can at least try to put a label on what sometimes I leave unsaid, that is, without words. I love you. I have forever to keep loving you, and I’m sure that my love for you tomorrow will dwarf the feelings I have now. You are the one and only most beautiful woman ever. Thank you for helping me find the answers. Thank you for saying yes.