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Dear Future Husband


Dear Future Husband,

I hope you haven't died already! Wherever you are, please know that I’m praying for you and your strength. Continue to seek God so in due time he’ll reveal me to you. When that day comes, please understand that I’ll more than likely be the biggest challenge in your life. Understand that I have a past and there will be walls to break through. Walls that've  taken me years to build so they’re very sturdy. Accept that I’ll never call you my better half because I’ll be whole and confident in who I am when our paths cross. I’ll be grateful for every failed relationship that lead me to you. I promise to love on you, support you, get on your nerves and be your biggest cheerleader in life. My expectations are high for you because I know your value. You come from a bloodline of champions. You’re a king in every sense of the word. We’ll compliment each other in a way  that people only dream about. We’ll forever be a team. You can only lead me if you’re following God so if you ever get off track, remember I was whole before I met you and won’t hesitate to hold you accountable. I’ll be your peace when nothing in this world makes sense to you. I promise to keep the fire in our marriage hot like the Mexican food I love, just as much as I love you. I promise to act surprise when you pull the double halo, cushion cut diamond ring (my dream ring if you're reading this honey) from that little black box .šŸ˜Š When things get rough I promise to be open and honest with you as we communicate with each other to remedy the situation. I pray our home is filled with love and peace. I look forward to coming home to you and our children after a days work. I look forward to doing life with you and building our empire. Until that day comes, please be strong enough to wait for me. Don’t lose hope. I promise I’m worth the wait baby.

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