Punkin has her first crush.
I’m not okay with this. The Nerd and I decided that 35 is a great age to start dating. So I don’t really see a need for crushes until she’s 34.
But let me say, the girl has good taste. He’s just a little bit older, absolutely adorable, and probably the sweetest boy on the planet. He’s involved at church, loves God, is quite the athlete, and has manners and a willingness to help that would make any mother proud. And clearly he’s got great taste.
I’m training her well.
His mom and I talked, and all parental units agree that it’s harmless. And maybe a little adorable. I’m still going to have a little Mommy-daughter chat about boys and crushes and waiting to date until your 35. Maybe we can go for a Guinness Book of World Records entry: oldest age to ever go on a very first date.
I kid. I hope that she finds the kind of love, commitment, and joy that the Nerd and I have. Even when we make each other crazy. We already pray for the future husband. That may seem weird, but somewhere out there is a little boy who will one day ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage. And God knows – literally – that his parents probably need as much wisdom as we do.
But in the mean time, there will be no boys. No dating. Not for at least a decade.
Although if this what she’s looking for in a man, I don’t think we’ll have much to worry about.