Dear My Future Husband,
Here’s a few things you need to know if….
also known as, “Directions to our Ever After”
(Or are you the cliché that doesn’t read directions?)
Start with Once Upon.
Cross the bridge, go under and around and walk the ledge.
Pay the troll’s riddle toll.
Keep the ghosts away and the monsters safe.
I’m great at dreaming. I’m great at imagination.
I’m working on doing. I’m working on implementation.
Placing your right hand on the maze wall isn’t the answer.
Do extra chores sometimes – remember, I’ve read 1,492 blogposts claiming family will do that to support my writing. Don’t dash my hope in the internet.
I like lots of ideas. I’m learning to like realities.
I used to love change. I wish you knew me then.
I’m learning to love change again. Be an integral part of that.
Take me on a roadtrip. It’s probably the only thing on my bucket list, to drive without a destination.
Challenge me – to morph and laugh and feel (when I rationalize) and rationalize (when I feel) and get out of my head and get out of others’ heads.
Nourish me – I’m vulnerable and fragile, because I’ve granted you more strength to destroy me than any other person.
Let’s be gypsies and royalty and peasants and clowns and carnies and faeries and nymphs and mermaids and dragons and ninjas and pirates and unicorns and mad hatters and martyrs and lovers and quarrelers and beasts and tramps and heroes and villains and nerds and abstracts and night mares and dreamers. And when we’re done with that, let’s be boring.
Let’s pretend a lot, but never pretend we’re in love.
Teach me to dance. Understand I’ll never learn.
Find the balance between keeping me grounded and letting me soar.
Lead our portion of conversation in large groups (any more than 4).
And hold my hand or put your arm around me or stay very, very close.
Play games. The fake kind, like Risk and Sequence and Bang and Wii.
When I get flowers at work and my coworker says “Do you have a special occasion?” I want to say, “No, I have a wonderful husband.”
I prefer cozy to open floor plan. I prefer crazy to prim. I prefer artsy to classy. But I’m prone to bouts of both.
Let’s be weird, but not too weird. Mmk?
Kiss me every morning and night.
Eat breakfast for dinner.
Meander.
Enjoy family get-togethers.
Eat more watermelon than we should in one sitting.
Take lots of pictures of meaningless moments that mean everything.
Read adventures that are bigger than our life. It’s okay, it really is.
And once you’re done reading this, throw it away and be you and let me figure out who you are and how we can make life together by studying each other and not some paper. I’m learning that, too.
Love,
Yours
P.S. You can also read “Dear Amy’s Future Husband” written by her friend Yasmeen.
