Sunday Letters

Dearest Jen,

Thank you for calling last night, a night we found ourselves on the couch at 9 PM, me eating a cookie dough ball and watching a documentary on video games and you inexplicably reading about Bobby Jones and trying to get me to guess the holes at Augusta National based solely on pictures, what it was — a low point. Maybe not only in our marriage but possibly our lives.

I feel like I draw so much humor and irony from you and from our conversations when I write. Thanks for always giving me good material even if I sometimes don’t know what to do with it or how to use it.

The past two months have been difficult. Ever since I started PFB you’ve had to turn on your “I know he has to work at night and we won’t get to hang out very much” sensory which I know, for both of us, is somewhat difficult. You handle everything with so much grace and understanding though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

I’m proud of you for all the extracurricular work you’ve been doing — making curtains for people, helping Kaycie pick out home decor, making aprons for…us to put on your dress form and look at. I’m also grateful that you volunteered to hem mine and Bryan’s pants so we don’t look like imbeciles in Ryan’s wedding next weekend.

Ah weddings. Ours was so fun, sometimes I wish we could just replay that day at least once a month for the rest of our lives. Not the catalyst, but rather a mile marker (albeit a rather large one) on this marathon of a relational journey set into motion some four years ago. I’m excited for Ryan and Tera to pass go.

I love you more than I did yesterday.

HOTY

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Kyle

I'm an aspiring freelance writer and blogger (which doesn't make a ton of sense when you think about it). I started a blog called Our Marriage Project and one about OSU called Pistols Firing. I love both of them, and I love my wife. And I love Kevin Durant, Explosions in the Sky, Tim Riggins, Blue Moon ale, Twitter, and the state of Georgia.

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