Dear Dining Room,
This past weekend was fabulous. I can't stop thinking about all the sweet moments we had, and I can't believe it took me so long to realize how special you are.
I know that for ages I didn't pay enough attention to you, that maybe I was always using you for the dirty work. Ever since we met, I thought there was potential between us, but it seems like there was always something more pressing, distracting me from what could have been.
Do you remember when we first met? It was a disaster!
I never thought you'd speak to me again. But as time went on, we were able to get over those horrible first few months.
Then, something changed. Maybe you started wearing makeup or something, but wow, you really caught my eye.
Then, I realized that I wanted to spend more time with you, but I just didn't have the full time or resources yet. My first efforts were, if a bit naive, at least earnest.
But now? Now the wedding's over and done with, and my time is all yours. (Don't mind when I'm spending time with the Foyer or Sun Room, they're just friends. Really.) I think we could have something really special.
I'm so glad that the time has come for us to really get to know each other. We''ve come a long way baby.