To him...

Proof that my best friend Pam and I need help. Or a man.

Like two little girls in a candy store, we headed straight to the wedding magazine section. Barnes & Noble offered these two wedding junkies a bridal magazine selection that made us swoon over each page filled with designer wedding gowns, wedding cakes and all things sparkly. If you ever get to be in the same room with my best friend Pamela and I, you will soon realize that we have a deep appreciation for weddings. Primarily our future wedding. Some say it's an obsession. I say it's, we're girls and we can't help that our DNA has been implanted with particles  to scientifically produce a desire in us to want to have the wedding of our dreams!!! I WILL have a candy bar with little pink m&m's that have mine and my groom's initials on them!!! No...it's not an obsession. And yes, I blame it on science. It also doesn't help having a wedding photographer as a sister who gushes over matrimonial conversations. She doesn't make it better. Color palates, silk linens, flowers, fondant or no fondant, hair pieces, first look, the vows oh sweet mother of pearl!!! I can't handle all this fabulousness in one post! From the time I was a wee lad (yes I said wee and lad in the same sentence) I've imagined, dreamed of, what my wedding would look like. Be like. Feel like. What wedding dress I would wear. What emotions I would be feeling as my arm is tucked under my dad's as he walks me down the isle to meet my smokin hot groom. How my heart will jump at the sight of my soon to be beautiful husband at the end of the isle. Our first dance.  Because apart from what color my bridesmaids will wear, I'm excited to meet the man who will wear the tuxedo. To him...


 I already love you. I don't know who you are. What you look like or if you like to watch chick flicks or not, but I cannot wait to one day meet you. And when I do, I hope the hair gods are on my side. To hold your hand, to go on our first date , to make you go shopping with me, to call you my best friend, to be bums and decide to rent a movie because we're too lazy to go out, to fall in love with you. But more than that, to see you get down on one knee and ask me to be your best friend forever. To submit to each other under God's grace and love you more than myself. To support you when your feeling weak, to give you a foot massage when your tired, despite the fact that I clearly don't like feet, I just ask that you cut your toenails, to laugh until our stomachs hurt, to serenade you really cheesy songs because you will soon find out I like to sing all the time, to call you my husband.  So until that day comes, I will wait. Looking at wedding magazines with my best friend and imagining how you will look in either a light brown or pink wedding suit. I'm kidding on the pink suit. haha I'll get the right color I promise. But while I figure out weather I should go with roses or tulips I will guard my heart  falling more and more in love with Jesus so I can love you the way He's called me to. I love you. 


Always, 
Fer <3


P.S I talk in my sleep. Hope that's ok.