Love, love, love

Luckily, no one probably reads this thing, other than Sanna. And, if she does read this post, I'll probably be embarrassed but I'll get over it.

The thing is, I'm quite the romantic. And to be quite honest, I really hope I find the man I fall in love with in December. Snow and Christmas and everyone wrapped up in their puffy winter jackets makes me feel just like love really is in the air.

I hope that the guy I meet is musical. That he'll sing to me, and play some type of instrument. Not because he thinks he'll make money off of it, or want it to be his only life's path but because he enjoys it and knows that I would too. I also hope he's tall. And that he is very kind hearted, and has a heart big enough to find good in everyone around him.
I hope he's driven, and has high standards for himself and me, but is ok with failing, as long as you're willing to get back up. I hope that he loves God more than I do, I could probably use a guy like that.
I hope he's interesting enough to hold a conversation but not so self-absorbed that he feels he has to be the conversation. I hope he's funny.
Most of all, I hope he's weird enough to put up with how weird I am..
I will be superficial enough to say I hope he has blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. And that he knows how to dress himself (even though I don't really know how to dress myself..).
I hope he realizes that our relationship won't be our life but our life will grow while we are in our relationship.
And I hope he's good with kids, even though I'm not.
Also, he has got to be ok with spontaneity because that's basically who I am.
And I hope he doesn't mind when I do ridiculous, unnecessary acts of love. I feel like I'll probably be that girl.

Anyway, this list is probably looking a little long, maybe even daunting, but as much as I'd love for this to be the guy I meet, I realize the complete possibility that I might just fall in love with someone I never expected to. I definitely believe that love is probably the only thing in this world that can change someone for the good and who knows what it might do to me, or anyone for that matter. True love is right, and is always surprising, I believe anyway. And that it comes at a time you never thought it would, in a person you never thought it may be and it ends up filling up a lot of the places you never knew were empty.

I'm kind of excited for that, and definitely ok with waiting every second out until the day it happens.

But, then again, maybe I just have too high of expectations. Oh, well. Sh*t happens.

In the meantime, greatest love song of all time? Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. Aw yeah.