Our Mothers

Dearest Uche,

I woke up this morning singing my mother’s favorite song, You Are My Sunshine, so I know she visited me last night, I am reminded of how unfortunate it is that she won’t get to know and see how you treat me. But, we both believe that our mothers are up there in heaven giggling together and conspiring to get us together. Certainly they were laughing at us trying to find love amongst the people in our immediate vicinity. But you, you I never thought could exist so that’s how I know my mother had a hand in this. We have so many things in common with our mothers, they were both kind and generous. We inherited those traits and are excited to give them to one another. That excites me about you; you want to be in the arena with me and you want someone to seal the door from the outside so we both know neither of us are going anywhere.

We were even crazy enough to make a pact to act fake married until February so we have to work things out no matter what because I am not wasting money on these tickets. That spontaneity is my mother by the way. I thought you’d never meet her, but you are meeting her through me. You and her would be crazy together, she would have the time of her life. I am looking forward to having the time of my life with you. Oh, and I heard what you said on the phone tonight and I love you too. Deeply.

xoxo,

Vic