Dear Conrad,
Somehow, deep in my heart, I always knew you'd find love. You take such good care to shut everyone out of your life. You just needed that one special girl to crack you open, to bust right through your door and say, "Come on over and love me, stupid."
That being said, there are a couple of things I would like to remind you of. It is a mother's duty to make sure I raised you to treat your wife right.
Always tell her what you're thinking, especially if you're thinking how much you love her or thinking that she is beautiful. She needs to hear it from you as often as possible. Compliment her on her choice of make-up and jewelry.
Treat her family as if they were your own. Stay best friends with her brother. Go out to eat with her mother. You love her and she came from them. Make an effort to love them, too.
Shower her with gifts that she will love. An old romance novel, a stuffed animal from the boardwalk, a flower you picked from the neighbor's garden, a sea shell you found on your morning jog, a poem you wrote about her.
But most importantly, shower her with your love. Telling her isn't enough. Love her so thoroughly that she'll never once think of anything or anyone else ever again. You will always be with her when you shower her with love.
I hope that you and Belly are so, incredibly happy together. I hope you stay in Cousins in the summertime. I hope that if you ever have a son, you will let him run up and down the beach, save a lost dog, play at the arcade, and live his life to the fullest. I hope that if you ever have a daughter, you will name her after me and let her love other people like I loved you.
I love you, Connie. I will always love you. Congratulations!
Mom