Dear Future Husband,
I hope that you’re happy, that you’re enjoying your youth, and that you’re as excited to be put into my life as I am to be a part of yours.
Please be patient with me. It’ll take some time for me to completely open up, but I promise I’ll get there if you give me a little while. Hearts are fragile and rejection hurts—so I tend to keep mine to myself a bit more than I should. I know that we’re supposed to love like broken hearts don’t exist, and I will, but maybe not right away.
There are so many things that I’m excited to share with you, but some I’m afraid to as well. The past is a hard thing to dig through, so sometimes it seems easier for me to hide my shovel. But I promise to help you hold yours if you help me with mine.
Know that I’m not nearly as smart as I think I am. Don’t be afraid to challenge me. Someone who can stretch me beyond my limits is dire. I hope that we, together, will help each other grow—mentally, physically, and spiritually. I hope that we make each other want to be better people and that we will bring out the best parts of who we are when we’re together.
I hope that God is letting you know that I’ve been praying for you, and I can’t wait to know you. I pray that you and I can build a foundation of God so that we can flourish with and through Him so that, together, we can laugh at the days to come.
Know that I wear my heart on my sleeve. It’s just that, sometimes, I like to really layer up with cardigans and jackets, and it may take a bit of work to actually find the sleeve that I’ve put my heart on.
I want to thank you in advance for understanding my humor, likely mocking my verbose and obnoxious use of language, putting up with my big, crazy family, and for proving to me that earthly, romantic love in its purest form can really exist.
I plan to love you, and I need you to know that once God puts you, the right guy, into my life, only He will have ever loved you more.
Your Future Wife