Husband Material

Don't lie, Ladies. We do it too. We build up this perfect man in our heads: taller than us, making more money than us, hopelessly in love with us, as handsome as could be, and Lord, don't you dare send him to me with baggage. I have enough baggage myself. I need him to help me sort that out.

Prince Charming.

That's what we want. This cockiness, this absolute lack of humility within us, is why I almost let what the Lord gifted me slip on by. All because I thought I knew better than God himself what was best for me.

Lennox Gordon isn't perfect.

He comes with baggage, kids even. Something I have never dated anyone long enough to consider seriously. How could he possibly be perfect for me? I want to dislike and keep him at a distance, but I find myself longing for his presence, dreaming of that crooked grin that rarely makes an appearance on his face, but when it does, it's like the Northern Lights, utterly captivating.

As we spend more time together, I find the notion of another woman making him smile irking me.

I'll admit the word love appears in my head more often than ever. But I'm afraid that feeling is one-sided because two years ago, after tragedy, he stopped loving You, Lord, so how could he possibly have any left to love me?