Dear Husband,

Sometimes I really miss our motorcycle adventures. I miss holding on to you while we wind up the roads leading to Twin Peaks and the best view in the city. I miss smelling the way the air changes from city streets to eucalyptus trees as we zip through Golden Gate Park. I miss taking my helmet off, shaking my hair out, and putting my toes in the sand with you at Ocean Beach. I miss balancing our insulated picnic cooler over my shoulders as we look for a perfect spot in a faraway park to share lunch.

I know we won’t get to go out exploring the city on the motorcycle as much we used to (maybe one day we can get a sidecar when Everly is big enough?), but whenever I think back on beautiful happy moments, I think of those times, holding on to you tightly, feeling so youthful and charming and I smile.

Love,

Melissa

P.S. My darling is featured today on I Live Here: SF. Go check it out!