I’ll love everything about her! From the way her smile stretches across her face, to the way her shoulders curve. From the way she looks while she’s sleeping, to her grumpy mood when she wakes up. Every little thing that makes her who she is, that’s what I’ll fall for.

Lately, for some reason, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what “she should be”. What will my wife be like? Where this came from, I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s just where I am.

Sometimes when I stop, I think about her. This all never crossed my mind much until this summer. Some time ago I found myself in a place I really didn’t want to be. Heart-broken and scared of what I really needed to do, I knew it was time for some things to change. God was screaming to let him be number one, but at the time, someone else filled the spot. So I spent my time since then learning who God was, both in my life and in the lives of others. I knew him, but I had to fall in love with him. I had to get to know him on that personal level. So, needless to say, my focus was and is completely on him and not on dating or anything of the sort. Lately though, I started to wonder when that “focus” will include someone else.

I know before you can decide on what “she/he should be”, you have to fall in love with the one who sculpted them, the one who designed their every fingerprint, their every emotion, and every corner of their heart. To truly understand what human love can be you have to learn to truly love the one who designed them to fall in love with you.

I know she is there. Hopefully, she is praying for me, just as I pray for her. Maybe she even thinks about me when she stops to look at the stars too. In the mean time it’s my responsibility to act in a way that would make her proud and would show her I love her. After all, actions do speak louder than words. I don’t want to have to apologize for my past one day.

One day I’ll look at her and I’ll know. One day I’ll live at rest, at position number two, in someone else’s life. I’ll know that He sculpted her for me. Ill finally see that He designed her hand to perfectly fit in mine.

I look forward to building memories with her. I’ll look forward to the slow dances, weird inside jokes, and long conversations. I look forward to finally realizing that she’s the one I want in the rocking chair that’s right beside me on the front porch when we’re ninety. When we’ve lived life to the fullest and now all we have to do is sit there and reminisce, she’s the one I want to talk to.

I’m very content with Jesus though. He is truly, all I need. The point of life is to become someone, not to find someone. Who you become last through eternity, who you find does not. In the end, only one relationship matters.