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Lord,

She’ll be tall and blonde, although she doesn’t have to be blonde. And she really doesn’t have to be tall. I used to say that she’ll be brunette. She might be brunette, she might be blonde; she might not. But she’ll love You. She’ll be sweet, and kind; maybe even athletic. She might like videogames, but she might not. Hopefully she’ll put up with me playing them. She might love music, or perhaps she won’t. But she’ll love You, God. And so Lord, bless her and keep her, make your face shine upon her. Be gracious to her. And God, if it’s not too much trouble, give her peace.

--Me

P.S. Oh and by the way God, if uh, You want me to meet her anytime soon, that’d be great. I just wanted to let You know that I’m down for that. Thanks, take it easy Big Guy.