To my future husband,
It's your wife, doing what I will probably be doing even after you marry me... As I sit here, listening to Tenth Avenue North, and scroll through pinterest, I begin to think of you.
And I hope you're praying for me as I am praying for you. I hope you are asking God for what I am asking for. A Godly significant other. One that will not only grow old with you physically, but spiritually.
Someone who I hope that when they see me struggling on days that just seem to beat me down, they will kneel with me and pray for me, on me, and with me.
I know right now God is still working on us and he has it in perfect motion for us to meet at the right time.
But I hope that, while God is first in our relationship, you will pray for someone who is quirky, giggly, and spontaneous (hello tattoo at age 19). Because that's who I am praying for. Someone who gets me in every which way but still learns new things about me every time we cook together, or go on road trips together.
I want you to know that I can be loud or insanely quiet. That sometimes all I will want to do is cuddle in bed and watch movies and other times will want to lock myself in my office and go crazy writing or editing by myself. I will burst out singing Disney songs at eleven o'clock at night because I felt like it while baking or do some crazy dance moves in public. I can forget to text back and I hope you realize that maybe, just maybe, you might need to call me and remind me to do something.
To my future husband, I hope you realize that with me you will never have a dull moment. That you will have many nicknames ranging from 'my love' to 'you doofus'. That coffee was never my addiction but hot tea.
I hope you see someone who doesn't quite see herself as beautiful and I hope you continue to remind her everyday just how much you fell in love with her even with glasses on, no make-up, and bad hair. And I hope you let her know everyday that you think she is the most beautiful woman in the world and no other woman matches up or will ever match up to her (except maybe your mom. Your mother should probably be first, then me, then any of our future daughters).
To the future holder of my heart, hold it tightly. Don't crack it, break it, or give me any reason to take it back.
To my future husband, I hope you continue to pray for me before our relationship, during our relationship, during our marriage; I hope you continue to pray for us and for our future together, and separately.
I want you to understand and help me understand that although I do come from a broken family, that you will undoubtedly hear me cry over, that does not mean I am broken or that we will be broken. Our union will break stereotypes set in my mind from a young age, and give not only hope for me, but for our children, who will see our marriage and know that they can and will have a happy marriage themselves.
To my future husband, I pray that you will teach our sons to be godly men as they age, and I will teach our daughters to be godly daughters. I pray that together we are a force to be reckoned with. But most importantly, I pray that you are praying.
To my future husband... I can't wait until we say 'I Do'.
"If it scares you, it might be a good thing..."