Dear Future Husband,

I always think about what you're like. I think about what you're going to love about me and what you'll dislike about me. I wonder what your hobbies are, what your favorite sports are, what your favorite foods are and whether or not you can sing or not. I know you'll be handsome, because I'll be so in love with you that I'll think you're the most attractive man in the world. I can imagine that you'll have a sense of humor, because I definitely have one, and I wonder what stupid inside jokes we'll have and what kinds of things we'll teach our kids. I wonder what they'll look like and whether or not they'll have curly hair and light eyes, because that's what I dream of them having. I wonder if I know you already or if I have yet to meet you. It's weird, because I can't imagine anyone knowing how stubborn I am and dealing with me for the rest of my life. Thank God for you. I know that as we speak, he's molding you into the person that I need you to be and molding me into the woman I need to be for you. I love you, already.