The lady I want to be

Honestly,

What kind of lady I want to be:

The one that you wake up to and smile cause you are just so god damn lucky it's not even funny.

The one that makes you coffee in the morning and packs you a lunch. Somedays, I'll take you out to lunch...my treat.

The one your buddys want to hang around not because I'm the girlfriend or the "wifey". Cause they think I'm cool, good head on my shoulders, funny, and make good snacks for Superbowl day or Stanely Cup game. And don't mind beer runs to the fridge. Or giving him his guy nights.

The one that you tell everything to even the most random-est of thoughts without judgement.

The one who plays my guitar like he's led zep or Luke Bryan, but we both know I'm the artistic one. Who let's me rap, mess up lyrics to his favourite songs, but recover with killer dance moves, and salsa in the kitchen at midnight.

The one who makes you breakfast in bed. Does things for you because I want to. Tries not to complain doing your laundry, but wears your old band t's to bed, and only to have them ripped off my body.

The one who isn't jealous of any one of your friends that are girls.

The one that fights with you over stupid things but can admit when I'm wrong. Say sorry and mean it. Make it up to you in all the cheezy and sexy ways possible. Who has " I love you" metephorically written on my face, and says it with meaning every time. Who trusts you with my heart. Who calls you my best friend when we tell our story.

The one who you are proud of. Support. Comfort. And buy me tampons when you are on your way back from work. Who you can't stop taking pictures and creating memories with in albums.

The one who laughs at your worst jokes and at your best. Seen you at your worst/ best/ highs/lows, and misses you from the other room. When you look at me I can see the world in your eyes. And how you know when I'm mad. You know just what to do to cheer me up when I'm sad.

The one who you want to make your wife. Create plans with for life. Have babies and want to change their diapers ( sometimes).

The one you look up to and don't want me to treat you like you are a child. Even though you can be a child.

The one you never saw coming but only dreamed I was out there. Now that you have me you don't think about what it would be like to loose me anymore. Cause you won't. Your fears don't hold you back but only push you forward.

The one you like to get drunk and have fun around. To be yourself and be comfortable around. Even when you do something embarassing, stupid, or drink too much. The one who'd know how to cure a hangover. The one you actually want to cuddle at night just for a little bit, and just right.

The one that makes you laugh when you want to cry. Who can tell when you are lieing and are stressed. Tells you "It's ok...the leafs got it next year." When maybe they won't. Who knows. I hope so! Who knows all your favourite teams and players by heart. Mine are Kessel, JVR, Ryan Miller, Lupul, Kadri, Bobby Orr, Sydney Crosby, Luongo, Price, and Martin Brodeur.

The one who you can take to the movies, talk openly and honest with, and discuss movie themes/plots/actors/actresses etc. Down to our favourite superheros and why. Marvel or DC? Both? Everyone in between? Who knows all your favourite movies and can resight the lines back to you. Who doesn't mind you watching porn in the other room, but teach me what you've learned. Who shares desert and makes you cupcakes or what have you; every year on your birthday. And remembers when you don't. Who won't get mad if you miss an anniversary. Who doesn't expect anything but your love. As long as you want to do things for me like I do for you. Who hurts when you hurt. Laughs and pees myself a little. But doesn't care. Who tells you how amazing you are. Who shows you respect and appreciates the little things you do for me. Or even big.

The one who you grow old with and still hold my hand. Who takes care of you when your sick, and when we both are at the same time.

The one who knows all your siblings like they were my own family. The one who sings in the shower and walks around naked cause she can. Shame doesn't exsist in our world.

The one who...has been me all along.
But who.are.you?
Guess I'll have to wait and find out.

Happy Monday :)

Shan