Dear Future Husband

Dear Future Husband,

I just had a revelation that I want to share with you because it’s good and filling and makes my heart dance with joy.

Sometimes I scroll through Facebook and Instagram like they are a magic eight ball. I find myself scrolling, not even really reading anything on the newsfeed. I’m just hoping when I stop, all the answers to my life questions will be there, waiting for me.

But that’s not how it works. Social Media is not a magic eight ball. I think we can both take a moment and thank God for that. They are nothing more than a National Inquire about people we know.

As I scrolled through Facebook tonight, answers did not pop up on my newsfeed instead you came to my mind. I thought about the other women who are currently in your life or have been in your life. I thought about how a few make your heart flutter and catch your eye. I’m not going lie, I got a little jealous at the thought of this. I thought about how badly I want to be that person right now, the one that makes you feel lighter than air, the one you can’t get out your mind, the one you love to love. The one who will only argue when she’s dead set that she is right.

I entertained this thought for a good minute until it hit me. It hit me how silly it was for me to feel this way. It’s absolutely ridiculous… you want to know why? It’s ridiculous because it doesn’t matter who is in your life right now. It doesn’t matter who you think about at night, it doesn’t matter what short skirt walks in front of you on your way into work tomorrow. It doesn’t matter because in the end, you pick ME. Through the parades of meaningless nights, spontaneous moments, and bright eyed women, YOU. PICK. ME.

That thought alone makes all jealousy and fear run from my bones. My heart feels light at the thought that I’m the one you pick in the end. I’m the one you want to see everyday. I’m the one you long to talk with, spend time with. I’m more than eye candy to you. I’m more than an ego boost. You see this crazy, deep, intense heart of mine and you make the wild decision to see what is going to explode from it every. single. day.

So be careful not to trip over your feet at the sight of the next attractive woman you meet. Drink in the mysterious scent of the woman you meet at the bar for there will come a day when those moments will mean nothing. There will come a day when you find yourself looking forward to the next quirky phrase that will come out of my mouth. All the women you stared at, all the conversations with random pretty strangers you had will mean nothing. There will be no satisfaction with a stranger because you will have found a real love with me. A love that is so real, you will never be able to entertain the thought that it’s not real for long.

I don’t know when this day will come. Time will only tell but just know, I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry to be with you. I’m not in a hurry to start our lives. Each day that passes without knowing who you are is another day to open up another chapter of my heart and see what’s inside. I want the pages of my heart to be worn by the time you get to them. I want to have read them, over and over. I want to be in love with my own story so that I will believe you when you say you love it. I want to believe that I am worth choosing. I want to believe that we can create a love that makes all other interactions meaningless.

Enjoy the life and woman while you can, babe. There will come a day when everything will change.

With love,

Your Future Mrs.

P.S. I'm looking forward to picking that heart of yours off the shelf and reading it every. single. day.