nightâso we could open them with your mom and sister in the morning.â
âI know. This is just something youâll like.â
âReally?â
âOh, donât give me that look,â he said. âItâs just a letter.â
âI like letters,â she told him.
But the glow on her face lessened a bit.
âYou said it yourselfâI say things better in letter form. Maybe I get that from my dad, I donât know. So I wrote you this.â
âAre you still going to write to me when youâre in Iraq?â
âMom already made me promise to write to her.â
âYou canât write both?â
He laughed and nudged her. âGo on, read it.â
Her face was lit up in a way no camera or spotlightcould ever effect. She smiled and looked so innocent and cute and adorable and charming and sexy all at the same time.
He would never tell her all of that, at least not yet, but he couldnât help thinking it as he turned on a lamp next to them and she began reading his letter.
Dear Britt:
Hopefully itâs Christmas Eve and weâre alone and I finally have a chance to tell you some of the things that have been on my mind and heart recently. Iâm writing them because thatâs what I do best. Itâs better than rambling on or forgetting to finish the sentence. Itâs better because I donât have to be watched as I open up and bare my soul.
I want to thank you for coming into my life and for chasing after me. Sometimes guys are too dumb to see whatâs right in front of them. Sometimes guys are too focused on the future and the almighty âplan.â WellâI was too dumb and too focused to notice the beautiful and tender girl who seemed to keep coming across my path.
Thanks for not giving up on me. Thank you for wanting to be with me even though you knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go.
I want to tell you something that Iâve hinted at but never really told you before.
I havenât said it becauseâwell, once I say it, you will know.
So I wonât say it. I will write it.
It didnât take me a summer, Britt. It didnât take basic training and writing back and forth, nor did it take a holiday together.
I knew on that first date we went on.
I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.
What I didnât know was what I was supposed to do with that information. I held it close. I tried not to reveal it because I wasnât sure how you felt.
I remember leaving your house that night and thinking to myself, I want to marry that girl. Sheâs the one.
There are many ways a man can ask the woman he loves to marry him. But to me, the thing that matters is not the how. Itâs the why.
Britt stopped reading and hugged him, the tears glistening on her face.
âDid you finish it?â James asked.
âNo, not yet, but I just wanted toââ
He kissed her for what felt like a second and an eternity, then he whispered for her to keep reading.
And this is the why.
I believe you are strong. Deep down, you are solid and are that rock Iâll be able to lean on.
Youâre not outspoken or tough or abrasive. Yours is a quiet strength.
I believe that is what I needâwhat we needâin order to make this work.
I have told you what I think of you and why I lovebeing with youâwhy I love you. You make me feel alive. You are everything that is soft and tender and good about this world. Your faith makes me want to strengthen mine. Your love makes me want to never leave your side.
So I ask you a question and will follow it with a promise.
Will you marry me, Britt Alexander?
Will you complete a dream come true and give all of yourself to me, even if Iâm not there?
Will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you?
I promise you that regardless of what happens and where I am, I will never stop loving you. Never.
Iâll be by your side, even when