I am so happy that my someone was my someone while he was, but alas, he was not The One. He was just the first guy I dated after my divorce was final. I wanted to believe he would turn into more, but it just wasn't meant to happen that quickly I guess. Perhaps there is more to be written of our story, but I'll have to wait and see.
I take refuge in the fact that my God knows exactly where The One is. He is somewhere out there right now, looking for ME - AND MY KIDS.
So today I was driving and steamy mad at how silly I was to even consider giving first guy any part of my heart whatsoever, when I realized a few things:
- The One will think my laughter is contagious. He won't be humiliated when I flake out and make a total fool of myself in public (it happens often, Folks).
- The One will think my eyes are swoon-worthy and my knees, delicious.
- The One will not fill up with fear at the prospect of meeting Larry, Moe, and Curly Sue at home. He will feel worthy, honored, and capable.
- The One will sing "Rio" with me when I'm anxious.
- The One will be entirely captivated at how creative I am, how strong I can be, and how passionate I am about who & what I love.
- The One will be in love with Jesus.
- The One will be in love with me, for who I am. For what I love, for what I feel.
- The One will sit with me at the table while I sew or scrapbook and talk, for hours about nothing at all whatsoever.
- The One will find my adoration of pencil skirts and high heels adorable. Especially if I wear them with a necktie or a cowboy hat. To church.
- The One will just chuckle when I break into British accent by accident sometimes. Also, The One can handle watching Bridget Jones repeatedly.
- The One will leap out of bed in the middle of the night to return Mabel's dropped binky, as if he'd always done it.
- The One will make me feel protected and safe - my knight in shining whatever.
- The One will fold the kids and I into his life as if we'd always been there.
- The One will have the ability to endure hours-long marathons of The Office or The Golden Girls on rainy days and while I'm cooking.
- The One will not only see how much I love him by the way I prepare our meals, but he will help me in the kitchen.
- The One can bench press Andy and clean a toilet.
- The One will listen to me hypothesize about everything, including Trevor's habit of licking his boogers. Coincidentally, The One will also not cringe when I blog about things like licking boogers.
- I will not be able to stop myself from throwing my arms around The One's neck and saying, "I like you, too."
I feel better now. He's there. I just have to find him.
EDITED: There is more to this story - HERE.