There are some things you should know. I'm waiting, and I don't like it. I like it in the sense that I'm in Australia and can travel around and do fun things without worrying about what you're eating for dinners and whether you're feeding the dog we don't have because I haven't met you yet. I dislike it in the sense that every time I see a couple, watch a movie, read a sonnet, I think "well, wouldn't a dearest dahling be nice to have right about now..."
Also, I'm very picky, so if you made it through the wringer, the gauntlet and the harrowing interviews of all of my loved ones, pat yourself on the back... that or I got tired of being single and ran off to Vegas with the dashing fireman who rescued the cat I don't have from the apartment window I don't own yet. I don't really mind dirty socks on the floor, but I do hope that you chew with your mouth closed. I've been praying for you for an awfully long time. Lately the prayers have tended to sound like this... Dear God, please most of all give him a heart that looks like Yours, but please make him good looking... and athletic and musical and like to dance and... well, You know the rest, amen.
I grew up with two brothers, so you'll be glad to know that I don't plan on flying into any rages or salting your tea if you forget anniversaries and birthdays. If I say "I don't care", that means I'm releasing you from liability of me not liking the decision you make. Just because I say I don't care doesn't always mean I really don't care, but I take responsibility for that irrationality.
There are few things I won't try. If you want to teach me to shoot, drive a tractor, and play golf, I'm game. But I won't interrupt boys' poker night or flounce off if you tell me I look good in an apron. There are rules, and I'm not about to ask you if I can tag along on hunting weekend. I'll try not to interrupt during the game on Monday night, but it'd be great if you could mute the commercials in case I need to get a word in edgewise.
If you want me to quit talking, just read to me. I like old books, like Psalms and Joshua and A Tale of Two Cities. Can we please have dramatic readings sometimes?
If you ever send me flowers, (and if we're married, it means you did,) but I can't stand alstroemeria. I just don't like them. I don't need roses, tulips are fine, and I'd be perfectly happy with a pot of basil. Oh, and will you kiss me under the mistletoe sometime? It's on my bucket list.
I love you best of all, better than apples, chocolate, and even fields in the spring,
Little future Mrs. Sunshine
Also, I'm very picky, so if you made it through the wringer, the gauntlet and the harrowing interviews of all of my loved ones, pat yourself on the back... that or I got tired of being single and ran off to Vegas with the dashing fireman who rescued the cat I don't have from the apartment window I don't own yet. I don't really mind dirty socks on the floor, but I do hope that you chew with your mouth closed. I've been praying for you for an awfully long time. Lately the prayers have tended to sound like this... Dear God, please most of all give him a heart that looks like Yours, but please make him good looking... and athletic and musical and like to dance and... well, You know the rest, amen.
I grew up with two brothers, so you'll be glad to know that I don't plan on flying into any rages or salting your tea if you forget anniversaries and birthdays. If I say "I don't care", that means I'm releasing you from liability of me not liking the decision you make. Just because I say I don't care doesn't always mean I really don't care, but I take responsibility for that irrationality.
There are few things I won't try. If you want to teach me to shoot, drive a tractor, and play golf, I'm game. But I won't interrupt boys' poker night or flounce off if you tell me I look good in an apron. There are rules, and I'm not about to ask you if I can tag along on hunting weekend. I'll try not to interrupt during the game on Monday night, but it'd be great if you could mute the commercials in case I need to get a word in edgewise.
If you want me to quit talking, just read to me. I like old books, like Psalms and Joshua and A Tale of Two Cities. Can we please have dramatic readings sometimes?
If you ever send me flowers, (and if we're married, it means you did,) but I can't stand alstroemeria. I just don't like them. I don't need roses, tulips are fine, and I'd be perfectly happy with a pot of basil. Oh, and will you kiss me under the mistletoe sometime? It's on my bucket list.
I love you best of all, better than apples, chocolate, and even fields in the spring,
Little future Mrs. Sunshine
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