A letter from November 10th, 2018

To me and my dearest darling husband, I am writing this letter for the day of us being together for ten, very short, but very eventful years. How are we? I hope I'm still around and haven't got hit by a truck yet - I'm hopefully sitting beside you reading this letter! I just want to say again how much I love you, but that is something that my present, past and future self will always say! Did we end up having our wedding btw? Cause if we didn't, we should probably let that one slide... I wonder if we're still living in our little fortress, or do we have a house from Grand Designs by now? Did we get one in the '***********' or in the 'big shmoke'? Do I have my PhD yet? Or am I still talking about how much I want to do it? Did you go to the Green Dragon to have that pint of ale you always wanted to have? Did I end up going to Iceland eventually? I'm sure that hot lagoon was great. Did we get a doggo named Floof who only eats "chimken nuggers"? It's probably chewing on a slipper as we read this. Have I managed to finally let go of my fear of buying new things? (Do I really need this or not?) Are you still afraid of doing a masters or did you bite the bullet? Did I stick to bullet journalling? Are you still not using the beard oil? Did we overcome some of our fears? Remember the names we had in mind for our kids? Do we have a little me & you by now? Hopefully they have your eyes and my hair... What about the Passat you wanted to by? Are we on our second one by now? I hope we're doing good and still trudging along... we have so many more things to do! I hope we did it all together... So its your turn to write the next letter - I can only do this without crying once. Are you still happy with me? Cause I'm sure I am very happy to still be with the best man & best friend I will ever know. Am I happy with myself? I hope I have got a tiny bit closer. Your loving wife and your loving (getting there) self, A