The truth is I think about you more than I should. You run through my mind like a never- ending song. It’s a funny thing though, because I have never met you. How can a stranger penetrate every daydream? I think about us holding hands and your smile. How you will be taller than me. Your laugh. The same laugh that will try not to shine through when I get angry. Because some times I will get angry. I think about us holding hands and your gentle touch. The same touch that will show my kids kindness. The hands that will guide and grow my kids with my help. I think about how much passion and perseverance you will have when it comes to supporting and leading our family. I think about how that passion will come from the first true love of your life: Jesus Christ. I think about how the love Of God will be like a fire caught up in your bones. How it would make you weary to hold it in, so you don’t.  You bless everyone who comes in contact with you with the light of Christ. I think about how I will be the second love of your life and you will love me with all that you have. You will not be perfect, but neither will I. I think about how my life right now, needs to be worthy of yours one day. I think about how God has designed you to fit perfectly to me like a missing puzzle piece. I also know that it’s not time for the puzzle to be completed yet. But until that day, I wonder if you think about me too.