August 23, 2022

My dearest,

People can be like the weather. They change their minds, their tastes. Allegiances switch. We follow fashions and fickle faiths. From cradle to grave.

This might not be a bug in us humans but a feature.

As I get older, I get surprised less and less by those around me and their moods. Sunny, stormy, the occasional calm. It’s part of our nature.

Knowing this makes the unpredictable more comfortingly predictable.

Still, I am grateful for you, my dearest. For how steadfast you are in our life. You are my brick and my foundation. You are my tower that reminds me to reach for the sky. You are the garden that blossoms full of colour, brimming with all that is good and that is right.

If you, too, are the weather, you are the clearest bluest brightest day. Even when it rains, you are the biggest happiest smile on my face; you are my golden ray.

Yours, ever and always.