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I have been wanting to blog about this particular subject for awhile. I was getting ready to the other night but could not remember what I was supposed to be blogging about for the life of me. I actually sat down in front of my computer and was about to start typing when my mind went blank. The only thing that I could think of when I was trying to remember what I wanted to blog about was the number 67. When I saw it in my mind's eye, it wasn't in the numerical form but written out like: sixty-seven. Totally weird. That's all I could think of when I would try to remember. Anytime my mind started thinking about the blog and the subject I was going to talk about, that number would come up instead. I have no idea what it means. The next morning when I woke up, I finally remembered but I could still see/feel that number in the underneath the thing I was thinking about. Totally weird. Like it was a name or something. Anyway, let me just let y'all know what I wanted to blog about in the beginning.

Okay, this may seem really weird to some people and kind of gross to others. But Pam said that more people would actually get it than I think. About 4 1/2 months ago I was thinking about wanting a husband (again) and about how I heard about other people doing things for their spouses before they even met them. Like keeping their virginity, writing love letters, praying for them, etc. Well, the whole virginity thing was out the window (yes, Pam, I know God can "restore" that stuff but it's still not the same as me willingly waiting) and I do pray for my future husband. Well, anyway, I was thinking about all this and I was trying to think of a way that I could prove MY dedication to him. And I came up with something...The last time I shaved my legs was the day of the WOW Christmas Party which I believe was right after Thanksgiving. My reasoning is this: If I don't shave my legs, I cannot be naked with a man thus proving my loyalty to my future husband (FH from now on). And if there is a guy out there who doesn't mind bushy legs, I'm not sure I really want to be with him anyway. This is a sacrifice I am making for my FH. My legs feel uncomfortable, itchy, and really weird when I have worn socks all day. This is to show FH that even though I didn't do "other" things to show my dedication to him, I am doing this. And in the summer, I won't be able to wear shorts or skirts which is another sacrifice for him. I don't know if I am explaining this all the right way. You can ask me about it if you have questions or whatever. I don't mind. It's kind of like fasting with a razor. Another thing I was thinking about is that a way I could know if a man is the FH God means for me is if he gets what I am doing and doesn't think it's stupid or whacked. He will understand my intent and the love that is behind it.