This month, I decided to challenge myself and participate in Susannah Conway’s April Love event. She’s inviting her readers to write daily love letters around a certain theme. I can’t make the daily commitment, but I want to do at least 10. Here’s the first one, nine days late:
Dear Love,
So this is what you look like…
- A big gummy smile, bright eyes, giggles, tickles, cuddles, handmade invitations, colorful drawings and signs hung up on the living room wall
- Warm ensaymada at the breakfast table, with a cup of coffee, glasses of juice and warm water
- A book underlined on my Kindle
- A hand-knit sweater or scarf resting warmly and heavily on my lap
- Your chest (and heartbeat) as I rest my head, weary from the day
- Bright light slanting from a window, illuminating shelves packed with books and trinkets from travels
- A warm duvet, a pen tucked into my journal
- Walking in a new city, feeling unexpected joy in an out-of-the-way place
Who would have thought that love could be so quiet?
Who would have thought that I would prefer slow, warm, comforting over intense and passionate?
Who would have thought that it is the familiar that I would fall in love with instead of the rush of adventure, the excitement of the new?
You rest in my heart, swelling it with joy, knowing that this joy is hard-earned. You are in my smile when I come home and receive a big hug. You are my hand being held, cupped tenderly, so familiar and yet will never get old.
You are my thoughts, my words still waiting to be said, the feelings in my heart where I am hoping that it is you that will speak, think and act and not the small, mean part of me.
Thank you, love, for being me.
All my love,
Aurora
