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Thursday
Nov022006
A Love Letter to my Husband
November 2, 2006
 
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Dear Chinua,
Do you remember the other day, the day when I dropped you off at the SeaTac airport? Actually, do you remember a couple of hours before that? When we had the argument? After you ran into a store to get a beverage (you always say beverage, and now I've taken to saying it, and I feel like I have such a nice, large vocabulary) and you asked me what I wanted, and I said, Coca-Cola, only then you came back with nothing for me, and you said that you didn't know what I wanted, and I said "I TOLD you, I WANTED a Coca-Cola. But nevermind. I don't care." And then I asked you why you weren't getting me my Coca-Cola. And you sighed and walked back into the store, and when you came back you put my beverage on the front seat, (I was sitting in the back feeding the baby pureed squash and rice cereal) and by the time I reached around and found my beverage we were back on the freeway, and when I lifted it up, it was a Pepsi. And do you remember how I said, "Pepsi?" And you said, "It was all they had." And I said, "I can't believe you got me Pepsi! You know I hate Pepsi." And then remember how you sighed again and said, "I didn't know that, Rae!" And then I responded by icily ignoring you for five seconds and then saying, "Oh, GOSH, this is disgusting. I know that I told you I hate Pepsi. I tell you that all the time. Oh, MAN, this is so GROSS. I can't believe you don't remember how much I hate Pepsi, and not only that, I KNEW that store was too small and that you shouldn't have gone there. THIS IS REVOLTING!"
Do you remember? (How could you forget?)
So, I just wanted to tell you that what I meant to say was that I was sad that you were leaving, and I felt like I didn't want to be away from you, even though we were both excited about the chance you had to go to Israel for a couple of weeks, and that I was going to miss you.
And then do you remember how eventually I got over my Pepsi saga, and I moved into the front seat so that I could lean my head against your arm? And then you leaned your head against my head? And we drove like that for a long time?
I meant to say then that I love you. I meant to say that we match. I meant to say that you're the best friend that I have. I meant to say ten thousand wonderful things. I meant to tell someone else how I felt about you, and have you overhear it, so that you'd really know.
And do you remember how I almost forgot to hug you goodbye? How I went to jump into the driver's seat, after you had kissed the kids?
I meant to say, I can't wait until you get back. Everything is slightly less clear without you. I'll jump in the van and drive away, and in two weeks I'll be back here to find you.
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Dear Chinua,
Do you remember the other day, the day when I dropped you off at the SeaTac airport? Actually, do you remember a couple of hours before that? When we had the argument? After you ran into a store to get a beverage (you always say beverage, and now I've taken to saying it, and I feel like I have such a nice, large vocabulary) and you asked me what I wanted, and I said, Coca-Cola, only then you came back with nothing for me, and you said that you didn't know what I wanted, and I said "I TOLD you, I WANTED a Coca-Cola. But nevermind. I don't care." And then I asked you why you weren't getting me my Coca-Cola. And you sighed and walked back into the store, and when you came back you put my beverage on the front seat, (I was sitting in the back feeding the baby pureed squash and rice cereal) and by the time I reached around and found my beverage we were back on the freeway, and when I lifted it up, it was a Pepsi. And do you remember how I said, "Pepsi?" And you said, "It was all they had." And I said, "I can't believe you got me Pepsi! You know I hate Pepsi." And then remember how you sighed again and said, "I didn't know that, Rae!" And then I responded by icily ignoring you for five seconds and then saying, "Oh, GOSH, this is disgusting. I know that I told you I hate Pepsi. I tell you that all the time. Oh, MAN, this is so GROSS. I can't believe you don't remember how much I hate Pepsi, and not only that, I KNEW that store was too small and that you shouldn't have gone there. THIS IS REVOLTING!"
Do you remember? (How could you forget?)
So, I just wanted to tell you that what I meant to say was that I was sad that you were leaving, and I felt like I didn't want to be away from you, even though we were both excited about the chance you had to go to Israel for a couple of weeks, and that I was going to miss you.
And then do you remember how eventually I got over my Pepsi saga, and I moved into the front seat so that I could lean my head against your arm? And then you leaned your head against my head? And we drove like that for a long time?
I meant to say then that I love you. I meant to say that we match. I meant to say that you're the best friend that I have. I meant to say ten thousand wonderful things. I meant to tell someone else how I felt about you, and have you overhear it, so that you'd really know.
And do you remember how I almost forgot to hug you goodbye? How I went to jump into the driver's seat, after you had kissed the kids?
I meant to say, I can't wait until you get back. Everything is slightly less clear without you. I'll jump in the van and drive away, and in two weeks I'll be back here to find you.
***
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Reader Comments (11)
What a great post. I hope your separation goes swiftly and you are soon together again. Sounds like you have a great marriage. Thanks for sharing this, and Happy Love Thursday!
You made me cry rae. ANd I haven't got any other words right now.
You put it so well. That is what we mean to say. This made me cry and want to tell my husband those same things.
Somedays a "do-over" would be so nice. This is the next best thing! Awesome post, so full of love. I bet your man really appreciated this letter. How wonderful that you have this kind of love. Thanks for sharing!
Happy Love Thursday.
Made me cry too, and realise I should appreciate my dh more. But really, Pepsi?? What was he thinking?
:)
I love this. It is exactly my life. But really, Coke is SOOOO much better than Pepsi. It is creamy, while Pepsi, (after a while) takes on the taste of gasoline. This comment is why you love me. PS I have a coke/pepsi, me/Curtis story bubbling in my brain...
You made me cry too. That is totally something I would do. Have done. And regretted.
Also, I hate Pepsi too.
Hope the two weeks are over soon.
Oh! What a beautiful post!
(And you were at Sea-Tac? That means you drove by my exit . . . on the way north!)
[...] I woke up with a nasty headache to a poo-coated baby, and thought, urg. Then I sat down to my computer and found that Chris had honored me again with the Perfect Post award, and I thought, yay! I saw that she had mentioned three of my posts from this month, which has seemed like such a low-posting month to me (although I’m pretty sure that I haven’t posted any less than usual, it’s just in my mind because of all the people posting every day) and I thought, wow. Because the three posts she mentioned, A Love Letter to my Husband, The One I Meant to Write, and A Glimpse, were all a little hard to hit the publish button on because of the vats of honesty involved. It’s kind of like, Hello, my name is Rae and I’m nasty to my husband. Over Pepsi. I’m also crazy. [...]
That sounds just like me.Th eonly difference is that I could have kept quite all way through.Its alovely letter.I loved it.Ih he back yet? Have a lovely time whe he is back.
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