Look who’s coming to dinner…

His name is Kirk. Yes, the same one who hauled me out of the snow a few weeks ago at Tuckerman’s Ravine. Oh, how romantic, you gush . . . no, not quite . . . first he had to stop laughing uproariously.

This was something completely unexpected. I still don’t quite know how to respond. If you know me, you know that I don’t really date. I don’t mess around with relationships.

I’ll admit that that the night after our first date I was in a state of shock. I didn’t sleep very well and woke up the next morning and poured vanilla extract all over my pancakes instead of maple syrup. Wes and I joked that sometimes you just need a little alcohol in the mornings.

I think I’ve gotten past the shock. Since this ain’t no game, we’re praying a lot about where this is going.

Kirk is great. He goes to my church here and is an elder. He spends most of his time working with youth. He’s hilarious and thoughtful and bold about what he believes. I like him very much and respect him highly.

I would love for you to meet him.

~ by bemis on 13 May 2009.