Ours.

She likes Duke basketball. She listens to alternative rock. She loves The Fray. She doesn't mind sitting at Starbucks like wannabe hipsters and just talking. She's close to the Lord. She's close to her parents. She'll sit and watch ESPN and know what's going on. She has a killer sense of humor-not afraid to be a little crude at times, but in small amounts. She's got a smile that lights up a room. She walks in and your heart skips a beat or two.

She's athletic. She'll predict a better bracket than you in March Madness. She says random things at random times. She has a taste for European-made vehicles. She'll keep you grounded. She's always up for dressing classy, but chilling in sweats is just as fine. She'll go to the golf course with you- even if it's just to drive the cart. She'll introduce you to new music. She makes you look at life with a different perspective. She prefers college athletics over professional. She's spontaneous.

And most importantly---she'll be mine. (In like a mutual, loving relationship kind of way. Not a creepy "You're mine, woman!" kind of way. To clarify)