Example 1: From a mom, heartfelt, about one page
431 words
Dear Ravi,
I am writing this while the house is still quiet. In a few hours you will be getting married, and I wanted you to have my words in your hand before the day gets busy.
I keep thinking about you as a little boy, following me everywhere. You even came to my office at the university on Saturdays. You sat at the empty desk next to mine and drew for hours. I didn't know it then, but those were some of my happiest Saturdays.
Then you were a teenager, and you went quiet, the way teenagers do. I missed you, even though you were right down the hall. And then, in your twenties, you came back to me as one of my favorite people to talk to. I don't take that for granted.
I also remember the birthday when you were seven and cooked dinner for me. You made dal from red lentils and ketchup, because we had run out of tomatoes. I ate two bowls. I would eat a third right now if you made it.
And I remember five years ago, when your father had his heart surgery. You flew home and slept in that hospital chair for four nights so I could go home and rest. You never made a speech about it. You just showed up. That is who you are.
You are gentle with anyone who is struggling. You coach that youth swim team in Seattle on weekends, for free. And you are wickedly funny, which I hope you know I enjoy more than anyone.
Today I feel so full. Watching you marry Ben, with both our families in one room, is one of the happiest days of my life. I want you to know that Ben already feels like my second son. He is warm and steady, and he talks to everyone at a party, which balances you perfectly. He even learned to make my chai exactly the way I do, with far too much cardamom. Together you laugh all the time. You finish each other's jokes.
My wish for you is simple. Keep your Friday movie nights forever. And here is my one piece of advice: go to bed on the same team, even if you didn't agree about everything that day.
I am giving you your grandfather's wristwatch to wear today, along with this letter. Let it remind you that you come from people who love you, and that every hour ahead is one you get to share with Ben.
I am so proud of you.
With all my love,
Mom
What the writer told Toastful to get this letter
- Writer
- Anjali, parent to my son
- Relationship
- I'm Ravi's mom, and he's my oldest. When he was little he followed me everywhere, even to my office at the university on Saturdays, where he'd draw at the empty desk next to mine. He went quiet as a teenager, like they do, and in his twenties he came back as one of my favorite people to talk to.
- What works
- He's gentle with anyone who's struggling; he coaches a youth swim team in Seattle on weekends for free. He's also wickedly funny.
- About today
- I feel so full. Watching him marry Ben, with both of our families in one room, is one of the happiest days of my life. I want him to know Ben already feels like my second son.
- Stories
- When Ravi was seven, he decided to cook dinner for my birthday and made 'dal' out of red lentils and ketchup because we'd run out of tomatoes. I ate two bowls. And when his father had heart surgery five years ago, Ravi flew home and slept in the hospital chair for four nights so I could go home and rest.
- Partner Thoughts
- Ben is warm and steady and talks to everyone at a party, which balances Ravi perfectly. He learned to make my chai exactly the way I do, with far too much cardamom. Together they laugh all the time; they finish each other's jokes.
- Wishes
- I hope they keep their Friday movie nights forever. My advice: go to bed on the same team, even if you didn't agree about everything that day.
- Extras
- I'm giving him his grandfather's wristwatch to wear today, along with this letter. Sign off: 'With all my love, Mom.'