I want to make him a better sandwich than I did for the last guy.
I want to debate with him.
I want a leader, not a follower.
When bad things are happening, I don’t want him to pray, “Make it stop.” I want him to pray, “God, your will be done.”
He doesn’t have to say sorry every time he makes a mistake, I just want to know he’s trying to do the right thing.
I want to study and learn new things with him.
When I’m picking fights and being cranky, when I’m running away from my problems, when I’m being hypocritical, when I’m being impulsive, when I’m making poor choices, I want him to hold my hand, kiss me and say, one of these things: a) “Please have a nap.” b)”Please eat something.” c)”You’re crazy. I love you. Please go pray. You’ll feel better.”
When I make a mistake, fail or get myself into trouble, I don’t want him to tell me how much I’ve screwed up. I want him to smile, say I’m proud of you and tell me to try again.
When I succeed, I want him to do the exact same thing.
I want to stay up late telling funny stories.
I want him to be brave enough to do the right thing even if it’s hard and unpopular.
I want him to know when to fight and when to back down. I want to know what he stands for. Not what he’s against.
When we kiss and I get carried away, I want him to say, “We’re waiting till we get married, remember?” And if I don’t listen the first time, I want him to make me stand in the corner till I cool down.
I’ll do the same to him.
I want him to respect women. I want him to see them as equal, not lesser than. Not as servants or sex slaves but mothers, daughters, and sisters. I want him to talk to them with kindness.
I want him to be good at conflict resolution.
I won’t be able to make him happy every day, but I want to make him happy most days.
I want to see him do something he’s really good at.
I want to get in trouble with him. Not, like, call-the-police trouble. Trouble for having too much fun or laughing too loud.
When he fails, I want to be the person who sends him the Positive Possum meme that tells him he can do the thing! And then bake him processed food because I can’t cook (but I can read instructions on a box!)
I want him to stick up for me when someone talks behind my back. I will stick up for him, too.
I want to go out. I don’t want to Netflix and Chill.
I want him to respect my boundaries. Maybe he’ll be upset at first but he’ll come around and we will carry on. He won’t quit or give up.
I want him to say kind things about people.
I want him to hold my hand at church.
When he’s mad at me, I want him to come to me. Not three or four other people.
I want to kiss him in a car, on a patio, by a tree, near graffiti, on a bridge, in a studio (where art is made), in a kitchen, on a floor, by a fan or an air conditioner, and while a cat or dog is watching.
I want to get lost together and call it an adventure.
He doesn’t have to be perfect. He doesn’t have to buy me fancy things. But I want to be a priority. Not his last minute plan.