Letters to Luthien

Letters to My Future Bride

Winter is Coming

 “But the summer fades and the days grow short
And the autumn winds they blow
And the leaves of gold come tumbling down
To the forest far below
Memories of other days come tumbling from the past
To remind us, like the seasons do
That life goes by so fast…”

Dear Darling,

Winter is coming.

There is honestly something I can find to love about every season, and something to make me anticipate the next.

But I do like this season so! I like the fog breath in the air, the smell of exhaust in the morning, the slow tingly sensation of the car warming up. I love the crystal clear frigidity of nights looking at the stars. I love the  chilly winter sunrises and the glittery frost. I love the geese flying south, the smell of central heating and harvest candles and potpourri. I like driving past the steaming creeks, and bundling up against the cold.

Call me strange, but I always thought a girl looked more attractive when bundled up in her winter best…the gloves, scarf, boots, coat, and hair gently flowing out from beneath a snow-white winter cap.

I like wearing coats and jackets. I like my coat, warm, soft and dark, buttoned all the way up, with a scarf tucked inside the neck and a pair of black leather gloves.

I love Christmas, and Thanksgiving, and New Years. I love the decorations, the Christmas music, the snow. There’s so many traditions with my family…the tree, the food, the presents, the rituals, the customs. I can’t wait to introduce to them all to you. The one thing they’ve lacked is someone new to share them with!

I love what the season represents, and what it will represent for us.

I can see us sitting together in front of the fire with the lights out, quietly musing as the flames crackle and our shadows dance.  Meeting under the mistletoe for our annual Christmas kiss. I can see us dressing up for holiday parties, throwing snowballs at each other, sneaking around for Christmas, and seeing friends or family again. I see us slow-dancing to soft Christmas music. I see you and I trying to live up to our own expectations for Christmas, failing sometimes, but making our own traditions as we go.

Did you know that each place I travel, I buy an ornament? When the time for our tree rolls around, I will have a story to tell you about each one of them. And when we marry, we will buy an ornament. And for our children, and for life occasions. Our Christmas tree ornaments each will tell a story of our lives.

I see us ringing in the New Year together, quietly at home or with family or maybe going to a party if we can find one sober enough.

I think, Darling, I should like to throw a singles ball one day. I should like to hold old time Christmas dances and New Years parties. I like the idea of holding dinners and banquets and balls, the better to socialize with a community and for a community, the way it was done in the old days. You with your “lady of the house” dress, and me with my black top hat and tails, with live music and ballroom dancing.

You and I, love…we’ve got a lot of life ahead of us. I had hoped 2012 would be the year I found you. That’s looking unlikely, but who knows what miracle the Lord may sweep out of the shadows. I’m filled with hope and sadness combined as I look to another season without you, but in which I can see you and our future memories together in every moment.

Love,
Beren

“Winter lays her fingers cold
On dark and lonely nights
But christmas it will soon be here
To usher in the light
And when morning breaks and the bells ring out
It is such a joyous sound
To hear them echo in the trees
That are green the whole year ’round.”

Celtic Woman

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November 15, 2012 - Posted by | Holidays

1 Comment »

  1. […] former habits, and fondly bring to mind the days not so long passed, when autumn was here and winter was coming. I guess life will always have something to appreciate and something to […]

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