Sometimes, I wonder about you. When it’s quiet, and I’m left
with only my thoughts to keep me company, I try to imagine what you’re like...
Have we met? If so, was it bad timing, or are we friends? If we haven’t met,
how will that happen? At a crazy metal concert, or in a crowded dance club? At
a friend of a friend’s birthday party, or walking down the hallways at school?
Maybe at the bookstore or Church. What color are your eyes? Do we like the same
music? What are your interests? Do you like hiking and camping, or jazz music
and poetry readings? Is it a combination of interests that make you the most
interesting man I could ever want to be around? Do you like Mexican food? ‘Cause
that’s kinda important. Are you funny, sarcastic, intelligent? Do you play an
instrument, video games, or sports? Will you think that my road rage is adorable?
Will you like that the books on my bookshelf have to be organized by height? Does
the fact that I’m semi-human, but still smiling, before my first cup of coffee
delight you? Will you want to travel with me? Will we have babies? Will we meet
while I can still have babies? Lol. Will your parents like me? Will you know
what to do when I get sad, or miss my daddy? Will you know what to do when my
Irish takes over, and my temper comes out? Are you a dog person? Will you make
grand, romantic gestures, or leave ‘I love you’ post-its on the bathroom
mirror? Can you cook? Are you patient? Will our friends get along? Is our
relationship going to start quickly, or will it be savored over time? There are
so many more things that I am curious about, but the one thing that I’ll never
have to wonder on is if you love God. I know that you will strengthen my faith,
with your example and leadership. I know that God is making you perfect for me,
and me perfect for you. So I sit back and ponder all these things, while
waiting as patiently as an Irish woman can.
