My sweet Husband-to-be,

I'm looking for you.  I always wonder, are you the cashier at the grocery store?  That guy in my ward?  A fellow classmate?  One of the guys I already know?  A friend of a friend?  The stranger that just smiled at me?  Or do we still have yet to meet?  I looking for you and praying that I don't miss our moment because I'm too focused on other things.

I can't wait to meet you.  I can't help but ask myself what kind of guy you're going to be.  I'm sure that you will be the perfect guy for me, no matter what your personality type, aspirations in life, or financial situation.  We can make anything work, as long as we are willing to struggle through it all, together.  I just hope that we can be best of friends.  Romance will come and go, children will change everything, and our lives will never be as they are now.

Someday, I will find you.  I don't know if it will be tomorrow (probably not) or 10 years from now (let's hope not), but we will be together eventually.  Please, just don't take to long to find me, too.  I'll even give you a hint, you can most likely find my in the SWKT or in my apartment.  If I'm neither of those places, I'm sure my roommate/best friend, Amber, would be able to help you out.

All my love,
Katrina