I hope this letter finds you somewhere between sipping that third cup of coffee and contemplating why on earth our son Cameron thinks 3 a.m. is party time...or we're past that part aren't we? First off, let me just say: if loving you were a sport, I'd be breaking world records, wearing a gold medal like BOSS... and probably still forgetting 90% of everything.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately—dangerous, I know. Ever since Cameron graced us with his nightly vocal performances, things have been... let's say, a tad chaotic. Sleep has become a mythical creature we tell tales about, much like unicorns or Cameron making it without pooping all day. Amidst the diaper explosions and the mysterious sticky substances on every surface, I've sensed that you feel I'm drifting away. But trust me, if I were drifting, it would only be towards a pillow so you could take a nap.
I want to assure you that my love for you hasn't wavered one bit. In fact, it's only grown stronger—much like Cameron's red faced lung capacity. You see, you're the harmony to my melody, the Wi-Fi to my smartphone; without you, I'm just not connected to what matters. (Fuck you, I'm corny, so what?!)
I know our situation isn't the textbook definition of "traditional." I mean, how many couples can say they pretended to binge-watch an entire season of a show in one night while you steadily stood vigilant assembling a crib that came with instructions only in Swedish? (Or you acted like they did.) And let's not forget, you love me even though I'm gay—which, by the way, makes our love story far more interesting than any rom-com out there. Hollywood should be taking notes. (By Hollywood, I’m really meaning the gay pornstars...lol)
Remember when we first met? You tripped over that stack of books in the library, and I awkwardly tried to help by picking them up, only to drop them again when I saw the "How to Understand Gay Men" title. Lol, because that's a better memory than acknowledging where I really was. But from that moment, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. You saw me—not just the labels or the complications—but me. And that's rarer than finding someone who enjoys pineapple on pizza. (Yeah bitch, you'll eat it and love it.)
These past few months, we've embarked on the wild rollercoaster of parenthood. And while the ride comes with its share of sudden drops and sharp turns (and the occasional projectile spit-up), there's no one I'd rather hold onto during this adventure than you. Yes, Cameron takes up a lot of time—and a surprising amount of space for someone so small—but every coo and giggle reminds me of the incredible journey we're on together.
I admire your strength, your patience, and your ability to function on two hours of sleep. You're like a superhero whose power is making everything better with just a smile. And if I'm sometimes quiet or seem distant, it's probably because I'm lost in thought, wondering how I got so lucky—or plotting how to convince Cameron that nighttime is, in fact, for sleeping.
Let's make a promise to carve out a little "us" time, even if it means scheduling a date between diaper changes and feedings. Veronica, you are my confidante, my partner in crime, and the only person who laughs at my dad jokes—which have exponentially increased since Cameron arrived, by the way. Thank you for accepting me wholly, for loving me unconditionally, and for always knowing me better than I know myself at times.
I don't want you to ever feel like I'm slipping away. If anything, I'm anchoring myself closer to you, albeit in the future it'll probably be under a pile of baby toys and laundry. Our family might not fit the mold, but who wants to be cookie-cutter anyway? We bake our own cookies here, and sometimes they come out a little burnt on the edges, but they're made with love—and extra chocolate chips, because we're fancy like that. Pinky fingers up bitches!
So here's to the beautiful mess that is our life. Let's continue writing our story, page by page, spill by spill, and laugh by laugh. And if ever you doubt my devotion, just remember that I’d rather fight 10 chicken-sized bears than take a step without you.
With all my love,
Baby DoodleBootyButt
- Me
Dear Veronica,
There are so many things I want to say, but the first is this: thank you. Thank you for being you—for being patient, understanding, and so full of love. I know I don’t always express it the way I should, but you are the most important person in my life, the one who grounds me and keeps my heart whole.
Lately, work has taken so much of my energy and time, and for that, I am deeply sorry. I see how much you give, how much you support me even when I’m distracted or preoccupied. You’ve been my rock, my steady hand, and I know it hasn’t always been fair to you. You deserve more than rushed conversations or tired smiles at the end of long days. You deserve the best of me, and I promise to work on giving you that.
When I think about us—you, cameron and i coupled with our love, our life together—I feel overwhelmed with gratitude. You’ve brought so much joy and light into my world. The way you care for me, the way you laugh, the way you always seem to know what I need—it’s magic to me. You remind me every day that love isn’t just a feeling; it’s a choice, a commitment, and a gift. And you give all of that so freely.
I want you to know that everything I’m doing, all this effort and hard work, is for us. But even so, I know that’s no excuse to let these precious moments slip by. I want to be better, to be more present, to give you the attention and love you’ve always given me without hesitation.
You are my heart, my soul, and my safe place. I don’t take any of it for granted—not your love, your kindness, or your endless patience with me. I know I’ve been busy, but please know that in every quiet moment, in every breath I take, I’m thinking of you. You’re the reason I push forward, the reason I dream bigger, the reason I always find my way back to what truly matters.
I love you more than words can capture. You are my everything, my partner, my one true love. Thank you for being you, for loving me, and for reminding me every day of how beautiful this life we share truly is.
With love,
Baby DoodleBootyButt
Dear Baby Doodlebooty Butt,
I'm not anywhere close to as good at love letters as you are, which is probably why I enjoy yours so much. I can never seem to find words with enough depth to really explain just what you mean to me, but I'm gonna try real hard.
You light up my world, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you sing, the look on your face when your all self conscious and most of all the look on your face when you got slimed by Cameron....it all makes me smile every time I think about it.
I'm really not ever going to go anywhere. You're my rock, my safe place, when anything happens my first reaction is to tell you. I don't ever want to have a tomorrow that doesn't have you in it.
I guess what I'm really saying is I'm yours now and forever. I love you endlessly. I love you always. I love you forever.
With love your wife,
Veronica