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Dear Emerald,



Last week we celebrated the beginning of us. 12 years since I became your girlfriend and my life has never been the same. I decided I wanted to write you a letter like those we wrote in class so many times and folded in a special way.

I don't know what we thought in our teenage minds about life, but one thing was for sure, I loved our friendship. You made me smile and I couldn't wait to go to school just to see you the next day waiting by the gym like you always did

You were smart, funny, and had a fresh humor... you were able to insult.me and compliment me in the same sentence. You challenged me to speak up, to not wear make up, to do things that would make me uncomfortable and help me grow.... you helped my English and did my homework for Algebra 2..... you took buses and taxis just to see me. You would take the city bus all the way to Albertsons with me just so I wouldn't be alone. You spoiled me with all types of stuffed animals and surprises. You introduced me to new foods and restaurants. You took me to watch every single movie that came out between 2004 and 2005. I was your date at prom and you were at mine. We went from prepaid flip phones to Motorola Razors and smart phones. From apartment living, to living with parents to buying our own home.... from Checkers and Albertsons to more professional jobs.... from highschool sweethearts to family ministry. I just gotta tell you I couldn't imagine life without you and all we have grown,  changed and endured together.

You are my favorite person to be with.... the one who knows the worst of me... the one who shows me unconditional love and prays for me and knows my needs...the one who encourages me and pushes me and believes in me.

I look at you and the life we have even through the worst of it, and I can't believe how good God has been... that you were born and raised in a country I never even thought about and yet despite so many differences you were made just for me.... you are the leche to my coffee.... the filling to my empanadas, the manzana in my postobon....

Thank you babe for putting up with my difficult and selfish ways. Thank you for loving me even though my idea of organizing before was throwing things in drawers or closets. Thank you that you've loved me from my thinnest to my biggest...through pregnancies and health scares...from red, to brown and blonde hair, through losses and successes, through rough times and good times... for better or worse.....  for the past 12 years....

I could have never imagined we would have what we do now.... you have been the best yes yet....

Praying this love could always grow.... and that God will continue to mold us and write our love story..te amo!!!

♡Love,
Your wifey, Meli

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