So.
I've had a lot of time to go over the qualities I wanted to have in a husband.
A lot.
I mean it's verging the ridiculousness of mambi-pambi land...
For instance, today.. drum roll.. is the FIFTH anniversary of my first date with Don. The man who, among other things, has above all taught me patience, and its true applications and virtues.Would I, or should I, have known 5 years ago that I would be writing this blog 5 years from then? Unmarried, but certainly not unaltered? Redefining everything I thought I knew about love and ITS applications? Well..
Let's start from the beginning. The List of what I wanted in a husband; in all its glory. Created along the path of adolescent naiveté, and broken-hearted outlets. A bright red Phoenix rising from the ashes of the excruciatingly burning break-ups and goodbyes; And polished into finality with the unexpected clarity.. that came from surviving lost and let go, love. An iron-clad fortress. (Or so I resolved.)
They are in no particular order.
1. Strong - independently
2. Whatever strength I lack, he makes up for it
3. Love of God more than of us; Love of us more than of me; Love of me more than of himself
4. Honest and trustworthy above all consequences
5. Appreciates my voice, my talents, and my dreams. Beyond reason or measure.
6. My number one supporter, encourager, believer
7. Not too serious, but not too sarcastic or embarrassing
8. Dances with me - even if there's no music
9. Kindhearted, and generous towards others
10. Complimentary. Always.
11. Looks for the good in everyone, including himself
12. Tall (I mean he'd have to be.. right?)
13. Handsome
(I didn't say it wasn't at least a little shallow)
14. An amazing voice; to melt away the sadness
15. Passionate (This one is underlined. BOLDLY underlined.)
16. Athletic and healthy
17. FUN
18. Hard-working
19. Romantic. Hopelessly.
20. Treats me with respect, dignity, and delicacy
21. Sympathetic and caring
22. Patient, especially with me and my fragile, sensitive nature
23. Protective, providing "shelter from the storm"
24. Good with children. Having an equal love for them as I have.
25. TRUEST friend I've ever encountered
26. Real with me - true to himself
27. Returned missionary
28. Worthy of, and wanting a temple marriage. At all times.
29. Capable of keeping sacred covenants to the Lord
30. Realistic, from his heart
31. Original and creative. Loves to surprise me.
32. Holds himself well in an argument
33. Charming
34. Deep. On so many levels.
35. Patriotic. Love of country.
36. Intelligent, with a great desire for learning
37. Inquisitive. With an open heart.
38. Hungry for adventure.
39. Loves his family, especially his mother
40. Brings out the best in me. The truest form of me.
41. Repentant. Accountable. Willing to correct the wrong.
42. A morning person (so I don't have to be)
43. Holds and keeps a strong testimony
44. Humble
45.
(It's left blank intentionally. It will never really be complete or unchanged. A symbol of some sort I suppose.)
What started out as hopeful thinking, and pleasant dreams.. has over the years became more and more of a security blanket, and in some cases a shield! My way of keeping control over getting hurt again. As if, finding a man who was honest meant that he would never lie to me, or finding someone who was patient and kind-hearted, meant that he would never hurt me. But I'm starting to realize more and more than I'm not even sure if I KNOW what I want or need for myself.
Does this mean I'm throwing out the list?.. HEAVEN'S no. Have you SEEN that list? It's pretty much genius. Golden genius. But maybe it means I'm ready to be surprised by life and all its complexities.. and God and all his mysteries. I mean, I love Don BECAUSE of his tone-deaf nature. He can't sing a single note in its correct tune. And I couldn't live without it.
He's IN everything and LIVES everywhere inside my life, and inside my heart.
He's the ticket stubs in my wallet. Every single blue Jeep Cherokee that passes by. He's the song in my head, cuz he probably introduced me to it... He's the missed notes; for good measure. ;)
He's every summer day, the weekends and the holidays. He's college football (BYU). The color blue. The color orange. A grilled cheese sandwich; hundreds of them actually, and a cold glass of milk. He's Kirra cologne. My Dog Mazie. Fish Lake at sunset. He's the pictures in my camera. He IS my camera. He's December 2nd...
I know him. And every room in my house knows him. Here, and here, and here. And every chamber in my heart knows him. Here, and here, and here.
For reasons known only to the Gods, and perhaps on occasion myself, I absolutely love him. I love him wholly. and fully. and sometimes against better reason.
And I've loved him throughout. 5 years and counting (it was love at first sight). The ironic part?.... Even though I'm in a better place to accept love's struggle and forge through, uninterrupted.. stronger even...............; For me, that struggle has come in such an unexpected form: time. But I know that passion and patience have the same Latin root word and I have found both truth and solace in that.
*redundancy warning* or maybe I should be warning you of the gushiness you're about to step into. Either way you were warned*
i love him...
...because though he isn’t perfect, he is to me. If you had asked me what I wanted in a guy... what i needed... I might have shown you the list. But instead all I have to do is say his name.
...and it is a daily devotion. It is that hard — and that simple.
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I hope sappy, romantic love letter writer is on Don's list... or I'm in big trouble.















