I Hope You're A Man Who Cooks

I hope you're a man who cooks.

When it's time for you to move into your own home, I hope you're a man who can take care of himself. I hope you can do your own laundry, clean your own home and cook your own meals.
I hope when "The Girl" comes into your life, that you will be the type of man who will appreciate when she does these things for you. I hope you're the type of man who does these things for her.
I hope you're a man who cooks.

I hope you're a man who works.

When it's time for you to leave our home, I hope you're a man who does more than just earn a pay check. I hope you take pride in what you do and do it with purpose. I hope you're the man people can call on for help. I hope you're the man who never stears away from a challenge just because it's hard.
I hope you're a man who works.

I hope you're a man who prays.

When this world is unforgiving I hope that you have a forgiving heart. I hope you live your life with gratitude and spend as much time thanking God for your blessings as you do asking for help. I hope no matter the paths you take, that you are a man who prays.

I hope you're a man who loves.

I know the world looks different through your eyes. Sometimes other people's emotions dont make sense to you. Sometimes you dont make sense to other people. I know that means the world will not always be kind to you, son.
I hope you're a man who loves, anyway.

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