I am blessed. I am surrounded by people who love me, spoil me and listen when I need to talk. I have a grandmother that calls me "banjo eyes" just like her dad called hers-big, round and with every color eyes can be.. I have a nanna who emails me, saves every picture of me and tells me she is proud of me. I have a mother that accepts me and has never asked me to change, a father that has redeemed himself completely and taught me that all you can expect of family is the "best" they know.
I have a line of people who think I'm wonderful, even after they get to know me. I'm not terrible to look at, I love people and animals and God. I pray for others before myself and am actively trying to make my circle of good friends smaller, so I can devote myself to a few great ones. I am overwhelmingly hungry for life and I love even the bad days because they are gifts. I try not to be selfish, brag or complain and everyone knows my "hard ass" exoskeleton is only to shelter the heart that drops everytime a baby passes. The "tough-ie" Immediately shatters and falls the first time we share a hug or a beer. I don't love being waited on hand and foot, but respect the person who may try from time to time.
I just want one thing.
I have made pointless list upon list for the perfect man.
I have pro and con-ed my way through tons of "Mr. Might and Maybe's."
I have loved, lusted, lied, cried and cheated.
Sexy, talented, athletic, artistic and hilarious have all kissed me.
But since I was seven, the single most important thing I want has not changed.
I asked my first kiss, date and love. I've begged my short terms, and gave up on the commiters after realizing that someone would have to WANT to give me this one thing.
I realize this must be annoyingly all about "me me me" but that is exactly what it is. What I actually want from someone else that I can ask for, wish for, but only hope comes with the package of my "Mr. Right."
I have for the better part of 27 years only thought consistently of this one unchanging thing that will make me happy. It doesn't have to come now. It doesn't even have to be soon.
I want someone to pray with me and tell me a story before I go to bed for the rest of my life. So, sincerely sighing, I honestly want to know...Am I asking too much.
