12/15/12

Dear Katie,

Rice bowl!


Love,

Erin


12/12/12

Dear Katie,

I love you for putting up with how awful I am at doing this consistently. Maybe now that I'm Facebook-less, I'll get better.

Looking at all the images from Seattle on December 9th, I'm starting to think we should have been a part of that. I'm sorry we weren't. The idea of publicly declaring how much I love you is pretty damn appealing.

For now, I'll just comfort myself with the memory of October 21, 2011. I didn't think anything could change about us just from signing a piece of paper, but it just got better. And keeps getting better. Thanks for being my wife.


Love,

Erin



9/14/12

Dear Katie,

I'm just going to note the conversation we just had, because I don't ever want to forget.

While watching "Project Runway," I freaked out when a Russian girl's (Elena) mom showed up and looked super tiny. I commented on it more than once, until you said the following:

"Elena's mom is tiny because she fits inside Elena. And then Elena's grandmother is even smaller and fits inside Elena's mom."

And then I, quite literally, had an asthma attack because I laughed so hard. Not enough jokes about Russian nesting dolls in the world, I always say.

Oh, and it turned out the mom looked tiny because she was sitting and Elena was standing. But that doesn't change the amazingness of the conversation.


I love you.


Love,

Erin

8/28/12


Dear Katie,

Your patience while teaching Merritt "Go Fish" is amazing. Almost-three-year-old kids are not always good at learning the rules, which was evident when he simplified the game by asking you, "Can I please have one of your cards?"

But he's learning. So good work teaching him the game. And kudos to us for helping him learn politeness, too.


I love you.


Love,

Erin

8/9/12

Dear Katie,

Thank you for keeping me moving while we swim laps, for putting up with me when I read you excerpts from my book even though you're reading your own as we pedal, and for providing a little laughter when you collapse while doing "real" push-ups. I don't think exercise has ever been this fun.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

8/1/12

Dear Katie,

I will always "like" your Facebook posts. The quotes there do not signify a joke; they're just the only way to indicate that I mean I will press that button in order to validate what you say to the Facebook community.

Unconditional support, babe. That's marriage.

I love you.


Love,

Erin


7/12/12

Dear Katie,

Watching you watch a documentary about people who came out way late in life (even later than you) is strangely adorable.

I promise I will try to not be disgusted by either of us when we're 80.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

6/17/12

Dear Katie,

Get this: tonight I heated up some lentils and some pretzels, and then cut some strawberries. All for my own dinner. And all by myself.

There may be hope for me yet.

I love you.

Love,

Erin

6/12/12

Dear Katie,

Here's the deal. You're just sitting over there across the room, talking on the phone.

And you're so fucking beautiful.

I think there's a good chance I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

6/5/12

Dear Katie,

Sometimes I watch you going in to check on Merritt at night, and I think it's so cute how you always remember to adjust your MedicAlert bracelet to make sure it doesn't make noise and disturb him.

It's the little things. And you always think of them.

I love you.


Love,

Erin


6/1/12

Dear Katie,

Because of you, I know what it is to feel safe.

Which is why I only mildly panicked when I finished work at midnight and got up to go to bed, only to realize that the back door next to me had been open the whole time.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

5/26/12

Dear Katie,

I am a horrible slacker, but that does not in any way indicate how I feel about you.

I have updated the blog header to reflect my true nature and my belief in truth in advertising.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

5/10/12

Dear Katie,

I vow to always remember what it says in, of all places, our bathroom:



Thanks for making that for us so we'll always remember.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

5/5/12

Dear Katie,

Seeing Brandi Carlile in concert with you last night was truly one of the greatest experiences of my life. I vow to always remember that, whether I'm sick or not, life with you is always an adventure.

I love you.


Love,
Erin


5/1/12

Dear Katie,

Today (and every day) I vow to love that little boy more than I ever thought possible, and to protect him at all costs.

There is something incredibly endearing about hearing him call out for you from his sleep. Even in dreamland, he knows where he is and he knows who he wants. You are the best mother I've ever known.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

4/30/12

Dear Katie,

It may just seem like we're filling out another set of papers just so our marriage can be at least somewhat recognized in another state, but I hope you know it's more than that to me. Whenever we finally get those papers notarized, we'll just have one more way to prove that this is for real and that we're in it for the long haul. I don't need the official filing to know that, but I do like being able to show you just how much I want this.

So on that note, I think over the next few days I'll do a few posts with my vows. Here goes:

I vow to always, always remain incapable of getting ice from the freezer without dropping at least one piece on the floor. And then I vow to probably forget to pick up that piece, so that you'll be sure to step in a tiny puddle a few minutes later.

I love you. And I'd marry you every damn day.


Love,

Erin

4/16/12

Dear Katie,

We complement each other so well. Seriously.

Without you, I would never have known how to shop for plants, or how to plant them properly to make our front yard look amazing.

And without me, you wouldn't know why a manager might decide to deliberately walk a guy to load the bases with one out in a tie game in the ninth inning.

This, sweetheart, is what I call a solid marriage.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

3/27/12

Dear Katie,

We both work too much. I miss you.


Love,

Erin

3/23/12

Dear Katie,

The best part about being around when you throw up is I get to hear things like, "Wow, I do not chew orzo at all," which is so gross and awesome at the same time.


Love,

Erin

3/18/12

Dear Katie,

Sometimes I swing open the bathroom door, take off my clothes, and slide open the glass shower door, all at a perfectly normal volume. Then I get in the shower and make a sound to indicate that I am freezing, and you let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream known to man. Because you didn't hear me, you freak.

I'm glad we both survived our heart attacks.


Love,

Erin

3/14/12

Dear Katie,

On Pi Day, I suppose I should write about how much I respect your intelligent mind. But you're too hot for me to not objectify you. Seriously, even with bronchitis, taking care of a toddler with walking pneumonia, you are rocking it.

And you're mine. So, there's that.


Love,

Erin

3/12/12

Dear Katie,

For you, I'd end my 13-year relationship with my bank any day of the week, and then open a new account and switch everything over, even though that's an incredible pain in my ass.


Love,

Erin

3/10/12

Dear Katie,

We sure know how to fight, huh? But here's what you always need to remember: nearly two years ago, I fought for you because I knew I would always love you. Nothing has changed that and nothing will.

We're meant to be, baby. And as good as we are at arguing, even we can't fight fate.

Love,

Erin

3/9/12

Dear Katie,

I'm so happy to have one whole day with just us. Let's make the most of it.

If you know what I mean.


Love,

Erin

3/8/12

Dear Katie,

Because of you...

...there is a possessed hamster in this house.

Seriously, how the hell did that thing find its voice again?


Love,

Erin

3/7/12

Dear Katie,

Because of you...

...sometimes I just drop you off and drive away, even though the keys are still in your purse. Which I don't notice until I get a mile down the road. Because we can never do anything the easy way.

And I'm okay with that.


Love,

Erin

3/4/12

Dear Katie,

Please remember that the "ass on fire" quality I have that can be so frustrating is also the thing got me to get in my car and drive 968.5 miles to your doorstep.

I haven't regretted it a single day since.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

3/3/12

Dears Katie,

Because of you...

...there are at least two people in this family currently geeking out over fuel economy.


Love,

Erin

3/1/12

Dear Katie,

Yesterday doesn't count. Because it didn't exist.

You think the finance company for our Prius will accept that line of reasoning?

I love you. And our Prius.


Love,

Erin

2/28/12

Dear Katie,

It is all incredibly stressful. I know that. But I'm here. And nothing can do anything to us.

I love you.


Love,

Erin

2/27/12

Dear Katie,

I haven't been good at this. In fact, I've been terrible. And I know it bothers you, even if you don't mention it. And you'd probably prefer I give it up, just so this site isn't just sitting here, collecting virtual dust.

But I'm not going to give up. You're my wife and my best friend and I love you more than anything, and I'm making a renewed effort to make sure you know that on a daily basis. This post is just the first of many that will make sure you'll never forget what you mean to me.

Because of you...

I sometimes get texts like this: "Uh. So I'm in Safeway. Also, my pants are on inside-out."

I've watched a woman have "sex" with the Eiffel Tower.

I have eaten several things in waffle form.

I don't feel like a tool when we are suddenly slow dancing to a song on Pandora before we build furniture on a Friday night.

I go sledding. But only on February 13.

I drink green smoothies that look disgusting but taste good and are good for me.

I have a second dog.

I have a chance.


I love you.


Love,

Erin

2/23/12

Dear Katie,

No.


Love,

Erin

01/08/12

Dear Katie,

What am I supposed to do here? It's been so long.

Oh, that's right.


Because of you...

...I am living in an actual house for the first time in my adult life. And I'm living in it with you. This is a pretty sweet setup we have going here.


Love,
Erin