I don’t know how to tell you I love you without it being dipped in cheese.
Clichés about how far you have come, adages about what you have overcome to get here and prophecies of how much farther you are going to go.
The process of learning to love you of course, requires acceptance of flaws and effort to right true wrongs within you, and I’ll admit (as you know) that I do every so often falter in feeling that love due to some blip of cringe, shame, or disappointment that at least for an evening, sits like a rock in our stomach that can only be digested after a full night’s sleep.
Most of the time, you are exactly who you always have been, and I love her.
But then, there are the times you are someone I never saw coming, someone who is exactly who I always wanted you to be, even if I didn’t realize it. The things you say and do thrill me. You have a power that turns my heart into butterflies and spinning gold medallions. I really should contest our modest nature and sing praises of our accomplishments more often. Though goodness knows Mom and Dad will for us anyway.
I apologize that this letter is vague and at times impersonal. I could delve into the gritty details of the life that has made you the woman I love. But we are still living that life every day. Critically analyzing it, reaching new realizations and making footnotes allowing me to know and love you all the more.
All I can say is keep doing the things you do and know that I am always here. Now go have yourself some cheese.