It should be no surprise to you that I’m a little crazy. You have met my family, you really shouldn’t expect anything other than crazy. Like each and every one of my female family members, I like things a certain way, I’m a little too anal about it, and I have a plan for everything. You knew this about me within the first week of knowing me. I try to be spontaneous and roll with the punches, but I’m just not that type of girl.
For example, I have had our wedding planned since I was 12 years old. I have an entire pinterest board devoted to the event and of course, I would LOVE your input, but at the end of the day I have been dreaming about this day for almost 10 years so you’re going to have to be okay with what I have planned. Also, knowing me and and my belief for all things supernatural, I have decided that our house will have to be built from scratch, so we should start saving up. You know that I hate scary movies due to the realistic aspect of them, so really the only option will be to build our home from the ground up. And again, I pretty much live on pinterest, so I have a few ideas of what our house should look like saved there as well.
I want to tell you that I don’t have everything planned out, that I don’t know how many kids I want, what their names will be, how many pets we’ll have, and any other big life decisions that we should be making together as a couple. I want to make these decisions together, and will be very open and willing to hear what you have planned. The only plan of mine that you will not be able to change is my plan to love you forever.
You have no idea how many nights were spent dreaming of who you would be and what our life would be like. When I love, I love hard. I will be behind every decision you make, I will always be on your side and have your back. I will be your right hand man, your hype man, your personal cheerleader, your biggest fan, and your best friend. You will be so loved, all you have to do is accept me for who I am and love me and all of my craziness.
Love Always,
Me.
