He always remembered a birthday or their anniversary. He was just that kind of man. He enjoyed looking through rows and rows of greeting cards but usually had to settle for the one that only came close to expressing his feelings. So he began to write his own cards, each a testament to their lives, love, and the times they shared for all those years.
He took all the time needed to express his true feelings, writing the verse with pen and paper and sealing it in a red envelope. All the envelopes were red, regardless of sentiment, as it was her favorite color.
In time, he wrote to her often, not just for birthdays or anniversaries but for the everyday things he wanted to say.
He wrote about their first date, first kiss, and the day they married. He wrote about their first house, second car, and a room full of children and grandchildren. He wrote to her so she would never forget the depth of his love, and she kept each one, often picking a red envelope from her chest of treasures and reading it over and over until her tears dried and the next time she opened a red envelope of love.
Mike 2024
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