YOU LUCKY DOG !!!
I agree with you completely. If I were even 20 years younger I would have tried to give you "a run for your money" on this one and get Elle for myself.
She is one of the nicest women I have heard of. And her brand of "crazy" is just plain endearing. Yup, you need to have a woman be willing to say what is bothering, or just is on her mind. That way the two of you can communicate and grow.
Hope you don't mind me both being jealous and asking God to bless this relationship, assuming it is His will.
Oh what great news, she is willing to go camping with you and maybe learn to love to see the sun rise and all of nature "awakens" to a new day, or the sound of a stream babbling by as you drift off to sleep in a tent and snuggled into each other, well you know. Cool. (Here's where I'm jealous).
And Elle, just be truthful with him. If a guy loves you there is nothing that can get between you and him, outside of you hiding something from him. If he truly loves you, then it will be OK.
And for the cookie monster "Call me Maybe" song.
Is this not what "the boy" talked to you about.
Was it not someone that might bring "butterflies" into their lives.
Are they not asking in that song if there is something "Carhartt" can share with them, like a cookie?
You have some really COOL kids that just "let it all hang out" and just are the kids they are, not they something "pretend" to be.
They knew that if "Carhart" would accept them "as they are", then he was well worth their adoption.
For them it is a big thing. Will this guy really let us be kids and accept us when we don't know what we are doing either, but we are attempting to have fun as to try and figure out what is happening and how it will affect our lives.
or, in other words:
" hey... me just met you - and this is craaaaazzzzyyy - but you got cookie!!!! So share it may be? ...."
He's got cookie. Maybe there are some things as neat as a "cookie" that your wise kids see in "Carhartt".
As a guy, I can not think of a better way for your kids to meet your "new guy".
They could be themselves. And like he said, he sees a bit of you in them. So if he loves you, he will love them.
Personally I am jealous of him.
God bless him even more than He has by sending you to him.
YOU ARE LOVED
and by hundreds of guys other than "Carhart", he just gets the blessings of being with you.
Today I woke up to the email above - sent from a very loyal blog reader. I have often read this readers emails and been very touched by his kind words... I even started a short story centered around this reader as the main character.... :)
Anyhow. I get all kinds of email - some good, some bad... most of it I don't share - BUT.... as I was reading *this* once I realized that I kind of did miss the truth behind the shenanigans at Shari's. It's not like I yelled at them, or even got mad at them - for being a little toooo crazy at breakfast.... .but I was just like - "seriously guys? really?!?!?!"
I think that *that* is the hardest part about "dating" now.
Yes... I'm older, but I'm wiser.
Technology is different... and we all know just how *challenged* I have been using any kind of motherf*cking technology in my dating life... sigh. Professions of undying love for a virtual stranger and handing out hookers numbers.... yeah - I should really just stick with mix tapes and passing notes in the hall.
More than that though.... is that now I'm not one person doing the dating: I'm three.
I have two kids and for one, I have to make sure that the person brought into their life *has* those cookies to share with them. AND... and that they *want* to share with them.
Every Mom worries about their kids behavior meeting new people, or just being out in public in general.... so looking back, I can see why it was easy for me not to see that day the way XXXXXX does above. *I* the "Mom" was focused on their behavior from the standpoint that I wanted them to make a good impression and in doing that I forgot to look how cute they were being. lol
I mean.... it is rather endearing that they chose *that* song. Believe it or not - they both know the *entire* catalogue of one Mr. Justin Beiber AND The Boy can do all the rap parts..... so there were other songs they could have chosen.
On top of that - at the time I *almost* mentioned it, but because it seems like El Capitan and my past life come up waaaaaay too much in conversation - I didn't say anything.... but in The Girl's room she had the most adorable 1950s metal kitchen - complete with fridge, sink, stove and hutch. I loved it. I even found a child's Formica table to set inside it: her own fully retro kitchen.
When The Girl was two years old, she was obsessed with alllll things Cookie Monster. We only had one DVD of Cookie Monster and they watched it a zillion times and then they would run around the house singing the song and one lyric in particular used to get me, so I had it put on a wooden sign:
"Friend is somebody you give up last cookie for......"
I have always raised The Boy and The Girl that you should always care enough about each other and your friends to give them your 'last cookie' in this life. And... more than once - that's an actual sentiment The Boy has followed through on.
However, more than that - and because Cookie Monster is as wise as he is blue - the truth of the matter is that XXXXX is right.... so long as Carhartt has 'cookies' and is willing to share - that's really all my children need. And sure, sure.... it's reading into their behavior a weeeeeee bit much to assume they would connect the dots that much to sing *that* song for this interpretation, but it's true all the same.
So, I will leave you with the lyrics to the song "What is Friend?" as sung by Frank Oz/Cookie Monster:
Sometime me think,
What is friend?
And me think,
Friend something very special.
A friend somebody to share your toys,
To stay with and to play with and to make a lot of noise,
To spin around until friend get dizzy,
And jump up and down until stomach get queasy,
And to sometimes tell stories to.
A friend somebody like you.
Sometimes me think,
What is friend?
And me think,
Friend something better than chocolate ice cream!
A friend somebody to take to park,
A buddy to get muddy with 'til it start getting dark
To laugh and joke and hippity-hop it,
Or tickle and poke 'til friend tell you to stop it,
And me no think of any more.
Well maybe friend somebody
You give up last cookie for.
The good news for me is that I know for a *fact* that Carhartt will share toys - will have no trouble making noise - will spin and tell stories and for *sure* will go to the park and get muddy..... which makes me feel incredibly (though cautiously) lucky to have met someone who so clearly meets the criteria of "friend" for my children according to Cookie Monster. Sometimes our adult minds make things harder than they need to be.... more complicated than the children need them to be..... big thanks to XXXXXX and Cookie Monster for the reminder.