A Letter to My Future Wife

Dear Future Wife,

I don’t know where you’ve been or where you are, but optimistic that someday we will find each other.  My high school and college friends would never have believed me had I told them I’d be searching for you through an online dating site today; many of them expected me to be happily married with kids by now…today I am over 40 with degrees from Yale and Northwestern, a successful career, and still childless, unattached.  My life has been spent helping and taking care of others, focusing on building my great career making a difference in society and completing an enviable education.  In some ways, I feel like George in It’s a Wonderful Life, except that I put my personal life on hold.  So here I am, putting it out there, I’m ready for you now, and truth be told, I’ve always been ready for you, but you just ever came along, although I still blame myself for not putting more effort in finding you earlier.

Some day when people ask me about my wife, I’d like to say that she’s beautiful and a great partner who makes me a better person!  Like all men, I’m going to be attracted to you because of your physical beauty initially; you might have caught my attention because of your beautiful smile, amazing breasts or captivating eyes, but over time, it’s the size of your heart and bubbly humor that ultimately makes me fall in love with you.  You accept me for my flaws (I’m only human…and a man after all), you appreciate and get my humor, whether it’s witty, sarcastic, or even at times perverted.  You value my honesty and know that while I might not be a big fellow at only 5’3″ tall, I have integrity, compassion and morals and I would protect you and all those I love more effectively than any giant can.  My track record of overcoming obstacles and genuine compassion for making a difference would attest to that.  I may not be the most attractive fellow, but my looks won’t break any mirrors and I’m sure our interracial kids would be adorable because they’d have their mom’s looks.  Even though you’re white, my parents would accept and welcome you knowing that you’d make me happy.  We would create and collect memories together, because that is what life is all about, rather than material things, whether it’s walking the beach, kayaking at my little lake house in Michigan, globetrotting the world to learn about other cultures or just snuggling on a cold snowy day next to the fireplace as we binge watch Netflix.  You take good care of your health and stay in shape, motivating me to do the same because we want to be around to see our kids’ grow up and start their own families; we’d create family traditions that we can pass on to them.  You are less impressed by my career or educational achievements, but more by the impact I have had on others; just as I will not care what you do for a living or what school you’ve attended (although I would always support you in whatever you want to pursue) and more impressed by your passion for something and our shared natural sense of curiosity to continue to learn and growth with each other.  It matters less where we are or end up geographically, and more important that we will be together and how we don’t let life’s challenges break our bond but rather make it even stronger.

So my dear, when you are ready for me, let me know…I am ready and waiting for you.
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Patiently waiting…

Valentine’s Day Outlaw

Every year we take just one day to celebrate love and call it Valentine’s Day.  Singles dread it for obvious reasons and even couples dread it for having the pressure to “prove” their love.  The only ones really looking forward and benefiting from it are the businesses selling flowers, candies, jewelry and restaurants who inflate their prices.  Wouldn’t it be better to celebrate love the other 364 days if you truly love someone?

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