Dear Future Husband,
Maybe I’ll actually let you read this someday…
I wonder if I’ve met you. Maybe I already know you, or maybe we’ve just briefly crossed paths. Whether you’re a best friend or a face in the crowd, I know God already has you picked out.
It’s crazy to think that right now you could be within walking distance or you could be building an orphanage in Haiti or zip lining in Belize. Wherever you are and whoever you are, here are a few things I want you to know…
You will never define me, and I know you’ll understand. I am Jennifer, and just because you’re John or Larry or Steve, doesn’t mean I’ll become your shadow. I’m independent and I like it, but I’m not immune to compromise. You will be my husband and I will be your wife. You will be the head of our household and I will submit to you as such. But that doesn’t mean I’ll keep quiet and it doesn’t mean I’ll ever lose my strong opinions. It does mean I’ll love you unconditionally, and will be willing to fight for you and our marriage no matter what.
I’m an introvert. Sometimes I don’t want to hang with the peeps. Sometimes I just want to sit at home and watch a movie. If you’re an extrovert (and they say opposites attract), I hope you’ll understand. Sometimes, as weird as it may sound to you, people make me nervous. I’m a writer. I deal with the fictional kind of people all the time, but the real kind… they’re a whole different ball game. I have days when I want to be a full blown social butterfly, and other days when seeing actual people is the scariest concept in the world.
I can be insecure. I don’t need you to tell me my worth. But I do need you to love me, especially on the days when it’s hard to love myself. I don’t need you to tell me I’m beautiful every two seconds. I need you to laugh with me. Be silly. Be free. Run and dance in the rain with me. Jump in the puddles. Laugh until our stomachs hurt. Watch classic movies. Be honest and true. Talk to me. I mean really talk to me. I can’t stand small talk . So, get deep. Tell me your hopes, dreams, and fears and I’ll tell you mine.
Above all else, future husband, love Jesus more than me. I’ll love you more than the world, but not more than my King. I need you to do the same. Put the King, the Cross, and the Kingdom first and I’ll fall in line.
Give me your heart. I’ll give you mine. It won’t be easy to deal with me, and you’re probably not a picnic either. But believe me when I say, I won’t ever let go.
With all my love,
Your future wife
Beautifully written, Jenni. Love your authentic heart. Your future husband is one blessed man. 🙂
Karen, thank you so much!!