Vacationed without You

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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, 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! 🤣🤣. 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 else 🤔. We’ll have to talk about that.

Until we meet,

Your Wife

A Whole Year Later

Dear Future Husband,

It’s been a year since I started writing and well, you’re still somewhere trippin’ and not here. I stopped writing you a long time ago because honestly, I kinda stopped thinking about you. I know, I know. You’re probably saying, “Oh, you’re just gonna give up on me like that?” and the answer is yes, yes I am. You’ve had plenty of time and opportunity to show up. Also, it hasn’t hurt that one of my friends, who’s already been married twice and is obsessed with finding a third husband, relocated out of state so is no longer around to constantly bring up the issue of men and marriage. So you just haven’t been my primary focus lately.

Actually, I did attempt to write you back in April. I wanted to talk about love languages. Wondering if you know what yours is and if your primary love language is the same as mine, Acts of Service. What I learned from my last relationship (don’t worry you’ll learn more about that later) is that when you share the same language, loving the other person doesn’t really feel like work at all. It comes naturally because you love the way you want to be loved. But what happens when the love language is different? My guess is that it feels like a stretch assignment for which you weren’t quite ready to perform. Hey, perhaps that’s why we haven’t come into each other’s lives yet. Maybe I’m not ready to do the work required to love someone who doesn’t love like I love, or maybe…you’re not.

Well, until we meet,

Your Girl

Had To Check Myself

Dear Future Husband,

This morning I had to repent, not for wanting what I want, but for thinking I have the right to demand my own way. For being frustrated and angry that I can’t have what I want when I want it, which is you, right now. This morning, I had to ask myself, who am I that I should go before God and demand anything? It was such a display of little faith, that I needed to check myself.

See, because of the relationship I have with the Father, I know that He will not withhold any good thing from me. He promised me that, and He’s a God who keeps His promises. So really, why am I trippin’? When you become that good thing, we will be together, of this I’m sure.

Love,

Your Future Wife

Waiting with Tears

Dear Future Husband,

This morning was difficult. I had to pray through some serious tears. Tears of sadness because I’m tired of being told to wait. Don’t settle. One day God is going to show you why it didn’t work out with anyone else. Blah, blah, blah. Not to put any pressure on you, but all I know is, you better be worth it. Worth every tear, all the loneliness, all the aloneness.

Love,

Your Future Wife