Dear Future Husband,

There are moments when I hope you're having as tough a time as I am.

Do you ever sit on your bed and wonder where in the world I am, and hoping desperately that I'm waiting for you?

Of course you don't. Silly me. You're a guy. Then again...maybe you're an imaginative, sensitive guy. That could be cool.

But do you at least have brief moments of hopelessness, where the agony of waiting catches up to you, and you just wish you could jump the line and get a glimpse at our meeting?

Or even little things, like when your mom makes some delicious brownies or you pass some girl in the hallway with a nice smile, and you hope for a small moment that I just might have those things too.

I hope we can also laugh about how much of a pain all this waiting was someday. Won't that be a great moment.

We'll cringe about all our awkward moments with other people, assuming they're not too numerous, and pinky swear to forget them all. Then we'll go give our 4 dogs a bath, and drink iced tea on the porch while I paint a watercolor of the Montana sunset, since by that time I'll have magically become a stellar painter.

Or something along those lines.

Sometimes I worry that I'll be too clingy. That you'll be having a good day at work (well, it could happen), and I'll be missing you and when you come home, you won't be as excited to see me as I am to see you.

But then I tell myself that's stupid. Because you're not some stupid teenage boyfriend, you're my husband.

I hope I don't have doubts. That's the thing I'm almost sure I'll be: afraid. To trust in someone so much, after who knows how long, that I'll confidently say yes to a lifetime of best-friendship, forever and ever amen.

But don't get me wrong. It sounds awesome. So I think you'll just be so fantastic that there's no way I can't think we were made on this earth to find our way to each other.

I don't know how far down the road you are, but I know that every day is one day less I have to wait for us to get there.

Until then. Happy trails.

And all along I believed I would find you...

Yes. It's corny. But we just might have to dance to this at our wedding.