I had been praying for my husband, diligently, for about a
year before we met. I had grown tired of having my heart
broken by men that I thought were good enough, and realized
that I needed to wait on God to reveal the man that He made
for me. My prayer was that if a man wasn't right for me,
that there would be no mutual interest. That was a lonely
request, at times, but I was determined to stay faithful. I
learned a lot in that time. I grew closer to God, became
more in touch with my true needs and desires, and gained a
bit more patience. On June 29th, 2014, I sat down with my
coffee and a notebook, and dreamt up the perfect man for me.
I prayed while writing each of the 31 character traits that
I would want in a man, and then I took that list, put it in
a box and forgot about it. Nine short days later my
gentleman walked right into my lobby.
He was tall, fit, and gorgeous. Aviators, tight black jeans,
a mess of slightly tamed curly hair, and a beautiful Zen
guitar tattoo on his forearm. I almost drooled. He was
delivering a catering order to a meeting upstairs, and while
I verified the location to send the food, I went in for the
kill. He will laugh when he reads that, but I wanted him, so
I flirted. And he flirted back! I went to the restaurant,
that Saturday, and he recognized me, crossed the room, and
introduced himself to me and my mom. I left my number for
him, and bolted as soon as we finished our food. He texted
me that evening and, with full sentences and punctuation,
asked if he could call at a certain time. I almost had a
heart attack.
The relationship blossomed from there. We recognized each
other, almost immediately, as what we'd been looking for. He
came over to my house, one evening, and asked what the date
was, and declared that it was going to be our official
anniversary. The next morning, I was looking for something,
and came across my list. The perfect man that I had
pictured? I wrote about him exactly one month before our
"official anniversary"! With trembling hands I read the
exact qualities that my (now official) boyfriend possessed.
We have now been together for six months. I can honestly say
that it has been one of the most challenging relationships
I've ever been in, and by far the most rewarding. Where one
of us is weak, the other is strong. This man is my partner,
mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. He not
only loves me for the ways that I'm great, but also for my
flaws. He inspires me to pursue my dreams, and to better
myself. When I am feeling down or confused, he encourages me
to seek God's will. We trust each other. When I ache
from my brutal desk job, he draws a warm bath, and brings me
cheeseburgers while I'm soaking and reading. He tells me
that I'm beautiful, every day. We have equal household
duties. He values my opinion, and seeks out my advice. He
wants me to make time to nurture my friendships, and
relationships with people that aren't him. He's endlessly
interesting, achingly talented, tirelessly kind, wickedly funny,
and so hot! Did I mention that the man is a sexy beast?
The point is: He is my husband, in every way that matters.
We have committed ourselves to each other, in the sight of God.
We make each other better people. I am more secure, and more
loved, than I have ever been in a romantic relationship.
It's open, and honest, and free, in a way that I've never
experienced. I've been married on paper before, but now I've
been blessed with the real thing.
