Dear Mr. Right,
I've fallen in love with a new song by Miranda Lambert, so I'll probably want to play it at our wedding. (Along with my all time favorite, Feet Don't Touch The Ground.) Particularly if you are from Oklahoma.
Or if I can convince you we need to move there. To live in a certain college town draped in orange. Where we can tailgate with our kids who will wear football jerseys and play in front of the tent every Saturday in the fall. And eat bbq at Brad's after church on Sunday. And go dancing at the Tumbleweed for date night. Maybe one day...
How long has it taken to me to find you?
Five hundred years, five hundred thousand miles.
It don't matter now.
Love's always always on time.
Meet me underneath the Oklahoma sky.
Five hundred years, five hundred thousand miles.
It don't matter now.
Love's always always on time.
Meet me underneath the Oklahoma sky.
That Miranda Lambert knows what she's talking about. Ditto for Coach Gundy.
Waiting for that day,
Me
3 comments:
This is great! I can totally see you living in Stillwater with your cute family. Which includes a little girl in a cheerleading outfit. And...cue grimace now.
-College Roomie
so, this totally made me laugh! i know it's part serious, but i think i get your humor girl.
as someone who never wrote a letter to "mr. right", married basicially after i hit puberty, i would have said:
dear mr. right: i hate laundry and you might need a triple set of underware to make it through our marriage.
I love Miranda Lambert! These are great words, and I definitely hope you find that Mr. Right, soon! I bet it would be SO fun to tailgate on the weekends and spend time with friends and family - can you believe I've never actually tailgated at a real event???
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