I will never be your perfect woman. I have faults that number too great to list. I am not Wonder Woman or Betty Crocker. I will never live up to your expectations. I will disappoint you and make your heart heavy. At times, you will want to scream in frustration at me. I will drive you insane and you will wonder what exactly it is you see in me.
But I will also amaze you. I will make you smile when the world weighs heavy on your shoulders. I will lift you up when you fear that you can’t go on any further. I will kneel with you in prayer and beg for mercy to our Father on high. I will make you feel like a king in your home and in your realm. I will entertain you when you are bored and back away when you are busy.
I will be the lady by your side in public. I will be the woman of your dreams in private. I will sacrifice myself for my family and embrace yours into what becomes ours. I will focus on the minutiae and multi-task like a mad-woman. I will keep the order and keep the peace. I will celebrate our successes and never keep tabs on our failures.
I want you to speak your mind to me. I want you to say what you feel when you feel it in the strength and power as it flows through you. I want you to grab me when I walk in the door in the evenings and kiss me hello. I want you to share your day with me using more than a total of 4 words. I want you to slip up quietly behind me and kiss my neck as I stand at the sink in the kitchen.
I want you to get up off the couch and come outside with me. Let’s dig in the dirt and plant a tree. Dig up the weeds with me, those that choke out life. I want you to come to bed each night at the same time I do and kiss my nose when we wake in the morning.
I want us to keep our own identity and also share the same dreams. I want us to sit on the porch swing and be comfortable only in the sounds of the chains scritch scratching. I want us to be equally at ease pouring out our hearts to one another. I want to know your secrets. I want to share mine with you.