Dear Little Rabbit,

I write this letter to you as you sleep in the next room, snoring softly. I know you always say you don’t snore, but you do sometimes and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed.

That aside, I wanted to write you this letter so you’re well aware of how much you mean to me. The other day, when you slid down the hill while we were hiking in Peru, I told you we wouldn’t do that anymore. Hiking, I mean. And you said I was being dramatic.

Maybe I was. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt as if my life were ending when I couldn’t catch you in time. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt as if my heart had stopped beating until you forced a grin and told me you were ‘totally’ all right, just so I’d stop pulling a long face. A lot of things shouldn’t have happened, but the only thing I felt was complete and utter terror. Me, terrorized? I know, that would be blasphemous.

But the truth is, you fundamentally changed my life, baby, and I’m here, completely helpless to things that are out of my control, such as fucking dirt.

He’ll be hearing from me. The dirt. No one gets to harm you, even unintentionally, and walk away unscathed. You’ll call me overdramatic and over the top again, but that’s what I’ve always loved about you, Glyn. Your ability to call me out without a second thought. It’s how I knew you were the only one for me.

And I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

You say I’m your monster, but you’re the one who tamed this monster, baby. I’m making you my wife in one week, and I’ll spend my life being yours as much as you’re mine.

With Love Bites,