Oh hello, Ashley!

I’ve very proud of and impressed with you.  Yes again.  Well, always.

This time it is for the project you’re working on that I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk about publicly so I’ll just hint at it in an annoying way.

You put in so many hours.  You read.  You write.  You plan.

You kick so much butt.

I also really, really love that you include me.  

You ask my opinion.  You seek my advice.

You let me play a role in every part of it.

I love it.

We’re a team.

So even when I was otherwise planning on watching The West Wing with you, or had hoped we’d just hang out and be all obnoxiously in love while I stared at your awesome freckles, I am sitting at my desk.  Helping you.

And I’m smiling.

And you’re laughing, asking why I am looking at you like that.

I’m looking at you because every day I know you, I am becoming even more impressed with you.

I’m looking at you because I am so pleased and honoured to be involved in the project.  With you.

I’m looking at you because you’re brilliant and determined and stunningly gorgeous.

I’m looking at you because I’m so unbelievably thankful that I get the opportunity to.

You’re amazing.

I love you.

Love,
Peter 

Good morning, Ashley!

As I’ve mentioned a few thousands times, everywhere and every time I got a chance, I am ridiculously proud of you for running the half-marathon.

I cheered you on and tried to keep you motivated in ever way I could possibly think of.  I’m glad you appreciated it.

And, babe, I was SOOOOOOOOOO happy when as soon as you crossed the finish line, you wanted to talk to me.  I love that you wanted to share the moment with me.

I smiled all morning. At tweets from the girls.  At pics they shared.  At the texts from you.

But my biggest smile was talking to you on the phone right after you finished.

You’re a rock star.

And I’m so unbelievably lucky to get to be your boyfriend.

Love,
Peter 

Hi Peter!

So, as you know, I ran my first half-marathon this morning! Holy poop! It still hasn’t completely sunk in!

It was a really fun race and I’m so happy with how I did, but you know what I also love?

I love that you were cheering me on the entire time. I love that you wished me good luck at 6:58am so that I’d have a chance to see it before the 7am start time. I love that you sent me text messages every few miles and told me how proud you are of me. You have no idea how much I appreciate that and how helpful it was getting me through those 13.1 miles. 

You really are the best. 

And that’s why you were the first person I wanted to talk to when I crossed the finish line. I wish you could have been there so I could give you a running hug, but hearing your voice was a nice replacement. :) 

Thank you for being so supportive and encouraging. I love you.

Love,
Ashley 

Hi Ashley!

You’re going to be home soon from picking up your packet for the half-marathon tomorrow morning.  I’m very excited for you!

I know you will be in no mood (and have no time) to check our little blog o’ love here in the morning, so I wanted to leave you a note tonight.

I’m so proud of you.

You can TOTES do this.

Don’t you worry about the hills.  At all.

You’re going to kick butt.

So good luck to you.  And Nicole.  And other Nicole.  And Ameena who I play Hanging with Friends with.  And the other girls too.

Tomorrow morning I’ll have a tab open to the course map.  I already have the app for the race on my phone.  I have you saved as my fave.

And I’ll be cheering you on.

A lot.

You’re a rock star.

I love you.

Love,
Peter

 

Hi love!

You know that I’m excited to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m happy to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m humbled to get to be your boyfriend.

You know that I’m thankful to be your boyfriend.

But do you know how incredibly proud I am to be your boyfriend?

Any time anyone ever mentions you to me, or asks about you (or I even hear the name Ashley), I break out in the hugest smile.

“I get to be HER boyfriend,” I think.

This weekend you’re running a half marathon, and that kind of blows my mind.

As I recently learned, from you reading me your old journal posts for 3 hours, you hated running.  

I also learned that you hate people who are unclear about what they want.  (I want you!)

And I learned that before all the… unpleasantness, you wished you were Britney Spears.  (Ah hee hee hee <—- Barney Rubble laugh.)

But this is about the running.

You hated it.  Now you can run 13+ miles.  (And with the length of your perfectly shapely legs, that’s about 876 of my miles.) And I’m really, really impressed with you.

I hope you are too.

You’ve worked hard for this, butt.

In the mornings!  You.  The morning.

You decided you were going to do it, and then didn’t let anything stop you.  Not weather.  Not sleepiness.  Not even missing out on PuppyLouiscuddles.  And those are some right good cuddles.

I hope you enjoy the experience.  I hope you enjoy the weekend hanging out with the girls.  I hope Dawson and Joey can figure it out.  Those two kids are made for each other!

And I sincerely hope that you’re proud of yourself.

Because Sunday I’ll be tracking your race progress online and telling anyone who’ll listen about my rock star girlfriend.

Though I do that second part pretty much every day anyway.

Love,
Peter

Dear Peter,

I forgot/remembered and then forgot again to write you a love letter yesterday! Eeeeeeep! I hope you will forgive me. 

It doesn’t mean I love you any less. Not at all. I love you so huge and forever (and you look quite adorable in your baseball cap this morning). 

You know how busy the next few days are going to be, what with me running a half-marathon and having friends in town and everything. So I hope you won’t feel neglected if I miss a day sharing my love here. I’ll be sure to text and email and call you when I can. 

Kissssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Love,
Ashley 

Dear Ashley,

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!!!!

Love,
Peter 

Dear Peter,

Happy Valentine’s Day Eve!

I was never really a huge fan of Valentine’s Day, until I met you. 

I never had any reason to get excited and I was afraid that if I did get my hopes up, they would just be squished. So I learned to ignore the pink holiday and pretend like it didn’t matter to me. 

And while part of me still holds on to that idea and rolls my eyes at the huge production each year, being your girlfriend has also made me look forward to this day. 

Last year it was a special day for us, an anniversary of sorts, and so I think it will always be special to me now. And I love that it’s a day focused on love because I definitely love you.

To pieces. 

Love,
Ashley 

Hiiiiiiiiiiiii, Ashley.

Good morning.

I’ve completely lost track of all the things I love about you.

But one that comes to mind this morning is that I love how much you make me want to create cool things.

I want to impress you.

I want to show off for you.

I want to make you proud.

I want you to keep that glimmer in your eyes when you talk about me.

I want to create things that make you think, “That’s MY boyfriend.”

And now I’m going to go work on what I hope will be one of those things. 

Love,
Peter 

Good morning, Ashley!

You have fun ideas.

Frequently.

I love your mind.  I love how it works.  The connections it makes.

As you know, our plan this year is to not spend any money for Valentine’s Day, and instead use the cash for other important and fun stuff.

Frankly, I wasn’t in love with this idea when you came up with it.  I like spoiling you!  It’s true!

But I came around. 

Then yesterday you came up with the idea to guest post for each other for Valentine’s day.

Now that is a fun idea!

I THINK I know basically what I am going to write.

Maybe.

Probably.

You know how I get about these things.  I want it to be awesome. 

I want to work on it right now.

But before I get to that, little snugget, I want to say again that I love your creativity.  I love how you see the world.

I love you.

Never change.

Love,
Peter