November 7, 2018.
“Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.”
Where do I begin? Let’s start here: I ain’t lookin’ for ya because he who finds a wife finds a good thing. Got it? Got it. 😉
I never thought I’d write you a public letter, I figure these things are private— just you and me, but you see, there’s something to this. A sense of purpose, drive, reason. There’s a certain healing in acknowledging that you’ll be here one day. I can’t say that I know who you are, maybe when we’re engaged I’ll look back and see how our paths were weaved by God’s hand. I hope you think this is sweet. Maybe you’ll think it’s lame or cheesy. Who cares? You love me anyway.
I’m 19 right now. Single. In college. I honestly don’t care when we meld together because I have to believe it’ll happen. There’ll be days when I look at you and thank God that He never gave up on me because wow, you’re really here, one of my biggest blessings. Somewhere out there…
I thank God for placing you in my path, you give me such hope, something- someone to look forward to. I can see it now, the two of us holding hands through whatever. Those hills and valleys. *ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you baby.*
You are so kind, so patient, so handsome and I’m waiting. Right now, my life is not what I’d want. Not at all. But I’m thankful that I’m living. I’m breathing. I’m trying to be the woman God wants me to be. I’m trying to see through His eyes and live in His strength. He has a future for me and I don’t know what it is but you’re in it. I do wait for the days I’ll bake you cookies and we’ll drink hot chocolate. Maybe it’s just the season or maybe it’s just a vision but I can nearly see you in a Christmas sweater next to a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. You look so calm, so content. Maybe that’s just the spirit. Whatever, it’s a pretty picture. You better like dogs because we’re gonna have a puppy, too. Oh, couple of hints, babe— I love museums and food. Oh, and I love to dance. 😉
I don’t care what kind of wedding we have either as long as our families are there and boy— when my mama gives me away, she’ll be giving me away to the right man. The one whom my soul loves and even better— the one who loves my soul, too. There’s a lot of things we have to learn about ourselves and about each other, but I think we can do it. We make a pretty darn good team if you ask me. ♡♡♡
See you soon, my love.
- Love, Kayla.