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Dear Hun,



 Dear  Hun,

It’s slightly above a quarter century and still waiting patiently for the day you will be mine. You already have had a special place in my heart.  You will be the first related man to know and love in my life and to live under the same roof.  I may not know how people live with their brothers or fathers but all I can say is that I am looking forward and ready for the eventuality. I overhear it aint smooth either. At least I have had male figures in my life so it’s not going to be that bad. From a distance I stare at the sky ( You see the picture up there? That's me thinking about you 😀  and know that I already love you leave alone miss you. I know our Kid(s) will have the best father under the sun; one who will be there to teach them how to ride a bike ... to mention but a few. I already envy them!


There are things I got to warn you about though; I am an extrovert but an introvert in thought. I also got a dominant sanguine character so you definitely know what I mean. I currently fix my own aerial, change my car oil, fix my electronics just to mention a few. Now, I do not intent to continue doing this once you are here but since I have done this for more than a quarter century it’s going to be hard to stop either. All I request is that you make it a little bit easier for me. Let’s just say we don’t have to fight over this. Just in case you find me holding a spanner or changing my bulb , just pick the tools from my hands and remind me that you will always be there. It will never be intentional for I have already purposed to honor you and be submissive.


My house has always been neat; I do not own more than two pairs of socks so I do not know how to throw them allover otherwise I will freeze from the cold tiles in my house. I will put some socks pit in all the rooms including the kitchen to ensure we are at peace through out. I will never buy ‘tube’ toothpaste so that we don’t ever fight; my dear squeeze it from the direction you deem fit. As for the toilet seat let’s discuss then but I hope we can agree on this too.  I will not steal you from your friends and family but when you are away from me...just call and send some text to remind me that I am in the picture too. It’s my intention that we shall experience happiness from within ourselves. I am happy with my life and I know it’s my responsibility to be happy. I hope you are happy too for I can never be your source of happiness’s. I can only be part of it and I hope I will be.


Meanwhile I am a mentor to more than 600 girls out there and this has taken a portion of my heart. I am also looking forward to the next Safari Rally and a biking event in a month or two but before then I am literally dancing to the rhythm of good music of life. All the same remember you got my heart.

Yours in Love

Wife

Comments

  1. WarhiaJune 23, 2014 at 4:47 AM

    If whatever husband-material swings by here and want a reference, kindly contact me I give you a ful detailed recommendation of this soul.

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  2. Ndunge Wa Muthuka ( Proudly African )June 23, 2014 at 8:51 AM

    Lol warhia this sounds like marketing. ...

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  3. Life SignaturesJune 23, 2014 at 11:22 AM

    Awesome and heart felt thoughts here. Keep writing to him even after he shows up and you give him your hand..

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    1. WarhiaAugust 8, 2014 at 7:18 AM

      Then slap him for delaying this damn wedding. I need a reason to wear the only dress I got and he out there sleep-walking denying me the only chance I got to be a matron of honor in Dinah's wedding.

      So yes, slap him when he finally shows up (after he has said his vows and put a rock on your finger of course, preferably the part where the pastor says "you may now kiss the bride". )

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  4. UnknownAugust 14, 2014 at 11:10 AM

    Very interesting.

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