Growing up, most girls had their “Must be” lists, you know the ones. With their top five or ten deal breaker attributes their future spouse must be.
Must be hot, as in six feet tall, manicured nails, perfectly tan, and a cross between Liam Hemsworth and Ashton Kutcher with George Clooney’s eyes.
Must be funny, but not be constantly making fun of me.
Must be educated.
Must be able to do laundry, wash dishes, and take out the garbage.
Must be all about me.
I had a different list. Can’t be. As in…
Can’t be a doctor. I know what you’re thinking. But, your hubby, he’s a doc. Well, he wasn’t when we got married. He was a med student.
Can’t be too serious. Life is serious enough on its own.
Can’t be all about himself and his ethnic background. I love diversity.
Can’t be unforgiving every time I mess up. Because I will. Mess up.
Can’t be a snoring sleeper. Possibly the most important criteria on my list.
You see, I grew up, hearing my dad snore. Continue reading