When I came back to my senior year at Grove City after Labor Day weekend and had a man start calling me soon thereafter, there was a small stir on the third floor of Harker.
He was 5 years older than me. And, for about 3 weeks, on paper, he’s 6 years older than me. That’s a big deal when you are 20 and the man calling you is 26.
For some reason, somewhere along the way, people stopped caring about that difference. I, however, have not. This man is robbing the cradle, this 40-year-old man who truly looks about the same he did 14 years ago when we first met.
We didn’t do much yesterday though I got a sitter and told him I was taking him out for a special dinner, just the two of us.
I thoroughly enjoyed his rosy hue when we were escorted to our table for 11 instead of 2.
I so love surprises…when they are on other people.
There is seriously something so gratifying about pulling off a good old-fashioned surprise.
And, I have a feeling this is the start of the best decade ever.
