Dear Amy,
It was late, well past our married bedtime, but not too late for ice cream. It’s never too late for ice cream. I had a craving for something cold and creamy, and you agreed to be my backup singer in the car and my co-pilot at the store. You always volunteer to be my partner in crime, and my sweet tooth has fallen in love with your compliance over the years. We sang together in the car and trotted around in the frozen aisle. We haven’t grown up much since high school. We reached the ice cream section and I let you pick, because you’ve always had good taste. You made me carry the ice cream, because it was too cold for your hands, but also for another motive: you wanted cones and sprinkles. With plenty of sugar in our hands, we checked out and drove home. When we arrived, we agreed to steal one more hour from the night, cuddle up on the couch, and watch a show together, our favorite nighttime ritual. I scooped your ice cream into a cone and sprinkled it with rainbow colored sugar specks. You smiled like a little girl as if I’d just given you the world.
Four years ago we started an adventure together called marriage and we’ve never looked back. Thank you for giving me the chance to bear witness to your life, to be part of the moments in between the moments. Those are the best ones. I never totally understood cones and sprinkles before I met you, but now I do: they bring a splash of fun and color into your life, just like you bring both into mine. Even though we only celebrate our wedding anniversary once every year, every time we have cones and sprinkles, I’m reminded again that our love is once in a lifetime.
With all my scooping power,
Jordan
Read more of our anniversary letters here:
Year 3 • Year 4 • Year 5: Venice • Year 6 • Year 7: Vow Renewal • How We Planned It • Year 8