What I want is a man who will be vulnerable yet strong. A man who can take his lady’s hand and slow dance with her for no reason other than he’d like to hold her body close. A man that even thinks to do something like that, wow. A man that would like to place his hand on where his child is growing and share in the their amazing miracle. A man that will be silly for his babies and his wife. There is a man out there like that. There is a man that knows he can’t do it all himself and while he looks to his family and friends, he looks to God and thanks him for all he has been given and promises to protect and treasure what he has been blessed with. A man of honor and humility. To be totally in love and honest with each other. To grow old and watch the world together. That’s my man. I pray he exists. Maybe there is a man out there that is thinking the same thing of me. An extraordinary woman, that is funny, who has a love that covers all faults. A helper, a friend, a lover. Someone to make a family with. Someone that will help raise his children to be strong and follow their dreams. To love them and kiss away the tears. Build forts, bake cookies and sew costumes. A woman he can share everything with.
I long for that spark that ignites a burn, a need, a lasting love.
