Therefore, I am a record keeper. I am so thankful to have my memories in writing (at least most of them…some make me roll my eyes).
At the top of my list of records to be preserved are the two humongous binders chock full of every letter Troy and I wrote to each other while he was on his mission.
Yes, we used to be really cheesy. After five years of marriage, we certainly aren’t as sappy as we used to be. Some of the love-sick things we used to write to each other make me pretty embarrassed now. But one of my favorite things about Troy’s weekly letters was how he addressed his envelopes. He never wrote my actual name. He always came up with a creative (and sometimes embarrassing) title. I treasure each and every one of those address labels.
I hope that someday our children and grandchildren will enjoy reading about our courtship and how we grew closer letter by letter.