I'm a mess.
90% of the time, I'm a total mess. It's that 10% of the time that I am a normal, put-together "adult." I imagine it will be during this 10% of the time that a man will fall in love with the sane part of me I like to pretend is my regular state. However, the real hero will be the man who can love me the rest of the time, too.
A man who can love me in the morning when I have bad breath and shiny sleep face
A man who can call me beautiful when I have no makeup on to cover my furious breakouts
One who doesn't judge me when I eat the whole sleeve of Oreos
A man who can hold me around the waist and think I'm sexy even when I've put on a few pounds and feel like a whale
Someone who will let me ruin their favorite shirt with tears and snot after a bad day
One who can hold me tight as I have a completely irrational meltdown
A man who can say I'm adorable when I'm rockin that second day hair, in a giant flannel, while sitting on the couch, eating ice cream, and binge watching Gilmore Girls. Hell, a man who will join in!
A man who can love me even when my misdirected anger is thrown at him
One who reminds me that he wants me when I'm feeling insecure
A man who gently points me back to Jesus when my priorities are skewed
A man who sees the deepest parts of my being and accepts me, flaws and all
That's a man that deserves a trophy. That's a real hero. And I'll be proud to call him my husband :) I can't even handle myself most of the time, so a man that can take all this and love me at my absolute worst, is more than deserving of my 10% of sanity. (And 100% of my earthly love and devotion.) To my future husband: We gon' have some crazy times, but I promise you, it will never be boring. Brace yourself; I'm a bumpy roller coaster, but as long as you've got junk food and tissues in hand, we'll be in good shape ;)
