Dear 15, 17, 19, and 22 year old me, I know how much time you spent stressing, obsessing, praying, and wishing at 11:11 that you would one day get married. I just want you to know that it’s happening. It’s not with who you that thought it would be (okay well 19 you were kinda right) and your timeline was off but you found him. And girl he’s so much better than all of your dreams. Let me tell you a little bit about the man you get to marry: his name is Austin after your favorite city. He’s realllly tall. He holds you really tight and he’s really gentle with you. All the scary stuff you were afraid to tell anyone? He knows. He’s still crazy about you. Those dreams of the intense, sweet, needy love that you had never felt before and thought only existed when you slept? You found it with him. He makes you so so happy. Like the kind of happy that’s reflected in every aspect of your life. Sweet girl, he took you home and you fell in love with his family. There’s little things too that make it so right. Like his family is scary similar to yours. He drinks half and half tea with lime. He drinks Miller lite in a bottle like your daddy does. And oh my Lord. He’s so attractive. He’s 6’6 and thick and manly and he has this smile that makes you weak in the knees. He’s fiercely protective of you. He wants nothing more than to keep you as safe as possible. He took you hunting and fishing. He goes to church. He’s country. He drives a truck and lets you drive it. He loves Clyde as much as you do AND he got a lab. His name is Ruger. He’s big like Tully and goofy and he has curly line down his back like Breaux. He’s so sweet. Oh and here’s what’s really cool. Everyone you know loves Austin. Even Mary Frances. Even Shelby. So Bon Bon I just wanted you to know that you found him. And that all your dreams got to come true.
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