letters to my dear

7.

My dear,

It’s been a week since I first wrote. I think I am quite enjoying this. It has seemed somewhat strange a few times, to be writing to someone that I’m not sure who it is yet, but in a way it’s been an opportunity to really get the thoughts out of my brain that have been sitting there, brewing like fine wine.

Wine. I guess that brings me to another thing that’s been on my mind.

I’ve never touched anything alcoholic in my life and I don’t think I intend to either. But what about on our wedding night?

Taking a few steps back.. I used to cop a fair bit of flak from former colleagues when they were going out for drinks on Friday afternoons or farewells, and I wouldn’t go because I didn’t drink. They would always laugh and say that my first drink would be on my wedding night. (They also knew I was (and am) a Christian, didn’t live the lifestyle which is so common these days and also saving myself for marriage)..

Thankfully, I guess, I didn’t grow up with family/parents which drank alcohol. I did however grow up in an area where, every day I saw people affected by drink, drugs, etc and ultimately the destructive effect the abuse of those elements had on people’s lives. Alcohol has good and bad uses, though often it seems like the bad outweighs the good. I wonder if my first drink will be on our wedding night?

Anyway, this is one thing which got me thinking, “What are your standards like? Will I change when I meet you, or will you change, or will we meet somewhere halfway?”

I know I’ve said this before, but there’s so much to discuss..

with much love,

your future husband

P.S. this letter will be followed by another daily one because I failed to send this letter yesterday.