Day One

My dearest Super,

This morning was strange.

Not because anything was wrong.

Nothing had changed.

The coffee still brewed.

The birds still argued outside the window.

The sunlight still slipped through the curtains exactly the way it always does.

The world kept moving as though it hadn’t noticed you were gone.

But I noticed.

Oh… I noticed.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t dramatic.

It was quieter than that.

It was reaching for my phone before my eyes were fully open because somewhere between dreaming and waking, my heart had already gone looking for you.

It was smiling when I saw your picture.

It was whispering, “Good morning, handsome,” before realizing there would be no sleepy smile waiting on the other side of the bed.

Funny, isn’t it?

How one person can leave for a little while and somehow take the gravity of an entire room with them.

It isn’t measured by grand gestures.

It’s measured by instinct.

The instinct to turn and tell you something funny.

The instinct to reach for your hand while watching a movie.

The instinct to save the best part of my day because I can’t wait to tell you about it.

Love sneaks into the ordinary until the ordinary becomes sacred.

That’s what you’ve done to my life.

You have taken all the little moments—the grocery lists, the morning coffee, the silly conversations, the comfortable silence—and somehow transformed them into the places where happiness lives.

People think soulmates are recognized during fireworks.

I think they’re recognized in Tuesday afternoons.

They’re recognized in the comfort of simply existing beside one another.

They’re recognized in the peace that settles over your heart when one particular voice says your name.

You are that peace for me.

You are the place my thoughts run to when something wonderful happens.

You’re the one I want to celebrate with.

The one I want to lean on.

The one whose opinion matters because your heart has become intertwined with mine.

Before you, I thought love was supposed to feel exciting all the time.

Now I know better.

Love feels like coming home.

It feels like safety.

Like laughter echoing through another room.

Like falling asleep knowing tomorrow gets to begin beside your favorite person.

And now…

For a little while…

Tomorrow begins differently.

But here’s the beautiful part.

Distance changes geography.

It doesn’t change belonging.

You still belong in every dream I dream.

You still occupy the quiet spaces between my thoughts.

You still make me smile when something reminds me of you.

You still make me blush when your name appears on my phone.

You’re still the man who makes forever sound too short.

Twenty-four days.

That’s all.

Not forever.

Just enough time for me to remind you—every single day—how extraordinary it feels to be loved by you.

So today…

I don’t want you worrying about me.

I don’t want you feeling guilty because we’re apart.

I want you to carry one simple truth with you wherever today takes you.

There is a woman who is unbelievably proud to be your wife.

A woman who still gets butterflies.

Who still smiles at your photos.

Who still catches herself laughing because she remembered something you said three weeks ago.

Who still cannot believe she gets to love a man like you.

You have given me a thousand reasons to smile.

So while you’re away…

I’ll keep collecting them.

One sunrise at a time.

Until the morning I don’t have to imagine kissing you good morning anymore.

I’ll simply do it.

And when that day comes…

Don’t expect me to let go anytime soon.

You’ve been warned.

Come back to me safely.

Come back with stories.

Come back with that smile that somehow still makes my knees weak.

Come back knowing that every mile between us has only reminded me of something I already knew.

If I had to choose again…

Out of everyone in this world…

Through every lifetime…

Across every possibility…

I would still find my way back to you.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Sleep well tonight, my handsome husband.

And if, for even a moment, you begin to wonder whether someone is thinking about you…

Stop wondering.

The answer is yes.

Always yes.

Always me.

Forever your wife,

Trinity