A letter to my husband

I have many things I want to tell you, to scream them to you at the top of my lungs. But I can't at the moment because talking about this before your operation doesn't seem right.  So there is a big grey elephant in the room.  It is stopping to torrent of emotions from spewing forth, because once that damn bursts, there is no way I can stop it.  Sol let me tell you this....

I want you to know that I love you.  The end, full stop, nothing more to say.  Except there is so much  more to say.  So I will say it here, in my clumsy writing.  

I knew the moment I met you that you were the one for me.  We both had other partners at the time, but that didn't matter.  I just knew.  Fate fulfilled it's destiny, and we have been together now for nearly 20 years.

You have brought peace to my chaos and provided the soundtrack to my grown up years.

Your are my sun and moon.  My sunrise and sunset.  I have never felt so safe and at peace as when I am being held in your arms.  Like you said to me recently, "you need me".  Never has that been more true.

I love hearing you play.  I can pick your sound out of any band.  I love too the passion you have for your music and the inspiration it provides so many others that you encounter.  Our son one day will go on to be a great musician, if for no other reason that he will want to be better than his dad.

You can calm me in a storm. You can see when I am on the brink, and say and do just the right thing to bring me back.

We have travelled the world together, made a family together and will continue to build our lives together.

I love you, and really that is all that matters.  The operation will be fine, I will be there for you every step of the way, to help you heal.

Hurry home baby, I miss you already.