That was ten years ago Mary. It doesn't seem so very long ago, does it?
We were married and we did adopt one, a little girl. What else could we name her but Irene? And a year after that, to the surprise of everyone, your doctors and especially you, you became pregnant. I can still remember that look of pure joy on your face, you were so happy, so beautiful. And you still insisted that if it were a boy, it would be named after me. And he was.
Jock remarried and started a family of his own. After our rough start, we managed to stay cordial any time we bumped into each other. And Irene still visits, coming to entertain and advise our little Irene on life.
My practice is going well, just as it always had. But my biggest accomplishment was you Mary. I waited for you. I had no idea if you'd ever notice me or even give me a chance. But I knew you were the only one for me. Looking back now, I know none of this would have happened if I hadn't had the courage to write that brief. And so ten years later…
I write this to you on our tenth anniversary. A celebration of the moment my life changed forever and became one with yours.
To Mary with Love