Example 1: From the bride, heartfelt, about one page
394 words
Dear Mateo,
It's the morning of our wedding, and I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee, a racing heart, and a smile I can't seem to turn off. In a few hours, at 4 p.m., I get to walk toward you. I wanted you to have these words before then, just from me, just for you.
I'll be honest. I'm not nervous about marrying you. Not even a little. The only thing I'm nervous about is tripping on my dress. If I do, I trust you to catch me, the way you always have.
I keep thinking about the night we met. A Halloween party in Chicago, me dressed as a lemon, and you were the only person who got the joke. Six years later, you're still the one who gets me.
I think about the year we spent apart while I finished my residency in Boston. You flew out every other weekend. I'll never forget the night you got stuck at O'Hare in a snowstorm. You sent me a photo of yourself eating airport pizza, holding a napkin that said "Still coming." And you were. You showed up at 7 a.m. with flowers from the airport gift shop. I have never felt more loved than I did in that moment.
And I think about the Sundays you drove me to Milwaukee when my grandmother was sick. Every Sunday, for three months, without one complaint. You didn't make a big deal of it. You just showed up. That's who you are.
You are endlessly patient. You notice when I'm overwhelmed before I do, and you quietly take something off my plate. And you hum while you cook, badly and off-key. I hope you never stop. It is one of my favorite sounds in the world.
Choosing you was the easiest decision I've ever made. I want you to know that I will keep choosing you, on the easy days and especially on the hard ones.
Here is what I wish for us. I hope we keep dancing in the kitchen. I hope we have a house with a big table, full of loud dinners with both our families. And I hope we stay each other's favorite person to come home to.
I'll see you at four. I'll be the one trying very hard not to trip.
With all my love,
Your almost-wife, Elena
What the writer told Toastful to get this letter
- Writer
- Elena, to my husband-to-be
- Relationship
- Mateo and I have been together six years. We met at a friend's Halloween party in Chicago; I was dressed as a lemon and he was the only person who got the joke. We've lived in three apartments and survived a long-distance year while I finished my residency in Boston.
- What works
- He's endlessly patient. He notices when I'm overwhelmed before I do and quietly takes something off my plate. He also hums while he cooks, badly and off-key, and I love it.
- About today
- I'm not nervous about marrying him at all, only about tripping on my dress. I want him to know that choosing him was the easiest decision I've ever made, and that I'll keep choosing him on the hard days too.
- Stories
- During our long-distance year, he flew to Boston every other weekend, and once he got stuck overnight at O'Hare in a snowstorm. Instead of giving up, he sent me a photo of himself eating airport pizza, holding a napkin that said 'Still coming.' He showed up at 7 a.m. with flowers from the airport gift shop. And when my grandmother was sick, he drove me to Milwaukee every Sunday for three months without one complaint.
- Wishes
- I hope we keep dancing in the kitchen. I want a house with a big table for loud dinners with both our families, and I want us to keep being each other's favorite person to come home to.
- Extras
- The ceremony is at 4 p.m. Sign off: 'Your almost-wife, Elena.'