I looked at our wedding pictures today.

I told myself I’d only look at one.

That was an adorable lie.

I ended up reliving the entire day.

Sometimes I look at you when you’re distracted.

Not because I’m waiting for you to notice.

Because I like seeing the man the rest of the world doesn’t.

The thoughtful one.

The one who’s quietly working through something.

The one who doesn’t realize how handsome he is when he’s completely unaware that anyone is watching.

I walked past one of your pictures today…

And yes…

I stopped.

I smiled.

And I may have kissed my fingertips before touching the corner of the frame.

Don’t judge me.

I know that you are sleeping all cozied up out there on your trip and yet I imagine finding a way to sleep under the covers with you. The night before you left we experainced something that made me reel with questions that just keep swirling within the back of my mind.

I want to know everything. What winds you up. (I want to wind you up.) I want to learn whats on the table and off of it for you. I want to talk about every knook and cranny of want, desire, lust, and need.

I want to know what love means to you, who have been the great loves of your life, what your love languages are, and so much more.

But most of all…

I want to know what your arms feel like in the middle of the night. To have you pull me closer and kiss my forehead. This last one though will have to be something I will have to dream of and imagine.

Just know, that when you sleep all soft and comfy in bed, I watch you in the back ofmy mind and dream up the most depraved scenes. ❤

Just so you know… every hug you don’t get today is being stored in a secret account.

Interest is accumulating.

By the time you get home, the balance will be due in hugs, kisses, and at least one very long cuddle that you’re not allowed to escape from.

No appeals accepted.

Love,
Your very mischievous wife ❤️