How I Met Your Mother

{Week 15}

Dear Future Sir or Ma’am,

I anticipate that some time in the future, you will be curious as to how your mother and I first crossed paths. This thirst for knowledge you [will] posses runs deep in your family. Both sides. However, and here’s the kicker that will complicate your search for answers…we don’t remember how.

See, your mom and I met years and years ago. Over the course of our lengthy friendship, we’ve made many lovely memories together. However, neither of us can place the moment when we first locked eyes. Or shook hands. Or bowed and curtsied. See, we don’t even remember that.

But we do remember lots of really important stuff. Like how we used to swing our legs over the boat docks at Lake Travis and enjoy a cold beverage or six under a warm summer’s sky. Or how we would assemble around my kitchen table with our friends and wacky neighbors [literally, more on them later] and play card games, board games, drinking games, guessing games, name games, and you-name-it-games. Or how we stole patio furniture for your mom and almost got caught. Or how…well, we have lots of stories and you have your whole life to hear them all. In repetition.

What matters isn’t where or when your mom and I first met, but all the time we spent together from that point until now, amassing a lifetime of memories. We didn’t have money, but we had lots of fun. We we’re there for each other in good times and bad. Those years cemented our friendship and built the foundation for the relationship that would come much later, and the baby (that’s you) that we’d eventually bring into this world.

We don’t even know you yet and we love you already. And we can’t wait to tell you all of our fun stories. But we think the best ones are going to have you in them…

Love,

Your Dad.

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