Vacationed without You


Dear Future Husband,

I did a thing that I don’t like to do, which is make vacation plans a year in advance. That’s not really how I flow, because anything can happen between now and a year from now. I’m more of a, decide that I want to go somewhere, decide where that somewhere is, and be on a flight three weeks later, kind of woman. However, this trip sounded like a trip I didn’t want to pass up on, at the time, but five or six weeks before this ‘scheduled a year in advance’ vacation was to take place, I wanted to back out.

There were several reasons why I thought I didn’t want to be there. One, while I am an extrovert, I’m probably one of the most introverted extroverts you’ll ever meet. The thought of spending eight days in a house with a bunch of other people was a bit overwhelming. Also,Ā I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to spend quiet time in the presence of the Lord. I was a bit anxious about not having the time to myself to fill my spirit with the Word each day. Spending time in His presence is of the utmost importance to me, so the thought of not being able to do that had me a little nervous.

Fast forward to eight days later, my anxiety was unfounded. I had a great time seeing old friends and making new ones. Visited some towns like Nantucket and Edgartown, places not necessarily on my radar of places to go, but were quaint little towns that I’m glad I visited. And while I hung out in Oak Bluffs everyday, I didn’t have a chance to do the Oak Bluffs historical tour, but I’ll do that the next time I’m there. Speaking of which, the next time I go, it would be nice if you’re there with me.

Initially, I thought there might be a chance of us meeting but quickly realized that the Vineyard, at this time of the year, are full of families and couples. There were very few single men on the island, which honestly, I don’t understand. During this time of the year, there are thousands of single women there. If you’re looking for any sort of relationship, from hooking up to marriage, Martha’s Vineyard in August is the place to be.

Anyhoo, you weren’t there and it’s a shame because you totally missed me being attacked by a hangry bird!

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I was standing on the pier eating a breakfast sandwich, waiting for the ferry to take me to Nantucket, and just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a seagull swooped down, grabbed the sandwich out of my hand, hitting me in the face in the process. LOL. I can laugh now but dude, I was totally shook. I didn’t know what hit me because it all happened so fast! šŸ¤£šŸ¤£. And when I looked up, there were four more angry birds ready to attack the part of the sandwich which had fallen to the ground. Maannn, you should have seen the others who were with me trying to put away their food and run away from the area. I don’t think they moved that fast at any other time during the week. LMBO! What memories.

So a good time was had. I’m glad I didn’t back out, and I’m also sorry you missed it. Unless you were there with someone elseĀ šŸ¤”. We’ll have to talk about that.

Until we meet,

Your Wife


I Didn’t Fit In


Dear Future Husband,

What a busy weekend it’s been. It’s now late Sunday night and I’ve just come in from an all-white day party in the city, thrown by one of the local chapters of my sorority. There were about 500 people in attendance, 400 of us were women.Ā The music was great as were the hors D’oeuvres. I danced by myself, while eating a slice of pizza.

I hoped to meet you there. I hoped that you’d look past the other 399 beautifulĀ women and see me from across the patio. Then you’d make your way over to me and say, “you don’t look like you’re having much fun.” And I’d respond with some witty retort, which you’d think was funny. We’d spend the next fifteen minutes talking, before being pulled away by a buddy of yours, but not before asking for my number. I know this all sounds dreamy, and honestly, though I hoped for it, I knew before I ever made it to the event that it wouldn’t happen. Not because I don’t think it could’ve, because I believe all things are possible. I just knew that it wouldn’t, and had resigned myself to enjoying the event without you.

Well, after two hours of standing and watching the crowds take pics, dance, buy drinks and stand around in huddles talking and laughing, the Holy Spirit said, “You don’t fit in here,” and it was at that point I decided I should leave. Though I love being on the Chicago River on a beautiful Summer evening, He was of course right. I don’t, for many different reasons, fit in with that crowd, so I quietly left the party and made my way home.

Welp, future husb, it’s late and I’m sleepy. so I’ll write you later. Good night.