To my loving fiancé,
That'll take some getting used to, but I'm enjoying it. It is New Year's Eve (well, New Year's Day now that it's past midnight) and we've been back at Baker Street for three days. We had a small get together with John, Rosie, Greg, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft and Anthea earlier and you snogged me silly at midnight. As I write this, I am watching you play around with your puppy, Redbeard. Irish Setters are a wonderful breed. I am so happy you love him.
So much has happened in the past few days, it's been a whirlwind of emotions for the both of us. I keep glancing over at the beautiful ring that now adorns my finger just to confirm to myself that this is really happening. I had fun during our foray into the snow covered field that Christmas night and dancing with you was the cherry on top. You were right…it most definitely is a Christmas that I will never forget. Molly Holmes does sound (and look) perfect. In this crazy, messed up world, you, Sherlock Holmes, are the one thing that makes any sense to me. I know for a fact that you and I are meant to be together; don't ask me how, I just know. It is as if you were made specifically for me. And I was made for loving you. You are my best friend and the love of my life. I've no idea what I would do without you. I love you so much, my William, I shall never stop.
We have already decided on a date for the wedding, September 15th. I had actually considered your mention of 'just eloping already', but you insisted, even though you cannot wait to be married, that I deserve to have a real wedding. It is so very sweet of you, as I know you aren't really a wedding person, unless you feel differently as it is you and I being joined together. We have also decided to write our own vows which, judging by the plethora of love letters we have written to one another, it should not be a problem. It is more personal that way.
We are to visit Eurus again next week and I cannot help but feel bad for not having a clue as to what to give her for a late Christmas gift. I've no idea what her interests are outside of the violin. Perhaps a sketchpad with a nice set of pencils? We may have to run it by Mycroft to make sure it is alright. I just want to do something nice for her. I know you don't understand my reasoning for wanting to be a part of her life, but thank you for giving me the chance.
Well, you are now gesturing for me to join you on the floor to play with Redbeard, so I won't keep you waiting any longer.
Happy New Year, my love,
Molly xxx