Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Everyone laughed, including Matteo and me. It brought a bit of much-needed levity to the moment before the priest continued.
So yes, I did a little matchmaking from beyond the grave. Consider it the final part of your inheritance. I always did like to save the best for last.
Now, on to some wisdom about how to make a marriage work. I think I’ve earned the right to share it. After all, I was married to your grandfather for fifty-seven years and managed not to kill him.
First: Don’t listen to the idiots who tell you not to go to bed angry. Nonsense. Sometimes a little anger keeps things exciting in the bedroom. Plus, it’s the best kind of cardio. You’ll sleep like babies afterward and wake up wondering what you were even arguing about.
Be patient. When he starts telling you that story you’ve already heard three times, don’t interrupt—even when you’d rather shove a corkscrew in your ear. Just smile and nod while you’re mentally writing your grocery list. He’s happy, you’re efficient—it’s a win-win.
“It’s fine” never means it’s fine. It means one of you screwed up, and the other should give them a little space, preferably by going to the florist or the jewelry store.
Always keep a bottle of your favorite wine for the hard days and the best ones. I assume Matteo owning a vineyard has you covered.
Remember that passion fades and rekindles. The real magic isn’t in the grand moments. It’s in staying steady and choosing one another again and again. Love is like a garden, some days it’s in full bloom, some days you’ll be stuck weeding. The secret is to keep tending.
And finally: Kiss every day. Dance in the kitchen. And when you can’t agree on something, kiss again until you forget what the hell you were fighting about in the first place.
To Matteo, my dear boy—thank you. I trusted you with my land before, but now I trust you with the most important thing in my life. She’s brilliant and brave, stubborn as a mule, but I promise, she’ll come back to you every time. Love her well, and she’ll make your life extraordinary.
And to you, my darling girl—this will be my last letter. But know this: I’m still here. I’m in the wind that moves through the vines, in the laughter that fills your new home, and occasionally I’m in the storm that rolls in unexpectedly just when you’ve hung the laundry out to dry. You carry me in your heart, and that’s where I want to be for eternity.
Now go. Kiss your man, raise a glass, and live! This was the inheritance I truly meant for you to have.
With all my love,
Nonna