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Dear future, thanks for the grits and mackerel patties for breakfast after feeding me with ya other meal, thanks for cookin em in boy shorts and a beater, thanks for your great motherhood and good morning kisses, thanks for leaving out with ya homegirls so me and the kiddos can tear up the house, when you come home, it's massages before round number two, trust me, they'll be sleep. wait, let me apologize, because thanking you for what’s between your thighs and the lust I have in my eyes when I look at you is irrelevant, because you are worth so much more, thank you for rebuilding me when my heart collapsed like the twin towers on nine eleven, and ironically, I called 9-1-1 to report that my soul had been robbed at point blank range, two shots in the heart and countless nights in the dark stopped me dead in my tracks, so thank you for being my crutch and allowing me to walk again, even if they were tiny steps, your support allowed me to get to the next destination, thank you for your patience, I know at times being away from home for days at a time is not what you signed up for, it leaves you to carry the burden of children and bills, household skills that a man should be expected to exhaust, so thank you, and I truly know from your heart there is no love lost, but every minute away from you is sixty seconds of love lost, thank you for shutting me up sometimes, when I know my mouth goes into overdrive, cause contrary to what they may say, men get on their periods every now and then from time to time, and we may not bleed for seven days at a time, but a week’s worth of our mess is best kept with a simple hush, it reminds us that not all complaints are warranted and not everything's meant to get mad over, thank you for laying next to me, even when you mad at me, cause you told me that I ain’t going nowhere from the first time we met, so even if I have a legit reason to not wanna speak to you, it ain’t stoppin me from laying in the bed with you, cause truthfully, how can I go to bed upset when I’m lying next to my best friend, thank you for stealing my last name from the first time I stole your heart, I guess birds of a feather flock together, so thieves in the night take possession of what’s right, and what’s right is this love thing we have, smiles and hugs, calls and the text, I would throw in sex, but the fact is we don’t have sex, sex is just penetration, we have more than that, we have extinction level events, because much like the asteroid that killed off the dinosaurs, we have explosions of love and fires that soar through our entire system, much like that scorched earth our fire leaves no part of each other missin, kissing is damn near like a heavyweight title fight as our tongues wrestle, locked in figure fours and sharpshooters, our hands clenched together, speaking to each other through our palms saying don’t leave me, our bodies are like a chess game, with a lil alteration, because I know the objective is to protect the queen, but I wanna be your pawn, fulfilling you wish of everything you desire, I wanna be your bishop and your knight, becoming your armor in times of protection, I would say I wanna be your rook, but truth is, I’m a veteran to this love thing and your love keeps me standing at attention while you go all out with your mission, thank you for the babies, thank you for your affirmation thank you on my deathbed for saying I can’t live without you...just know that I will die in you, because love connects much more than physical flesh, so to my future wife, thank you for praying over me, speaking life into me and having faith in me before you even meet me, signed, your husband
