I was thrilled and slightly terrified at more or less the same time. Our conversation had a certain surreal edge and felt like a waking dream in a way. My choice of French Onion soup as an appetizer strengthened his high regard for me, he said. He also opined that laughing at his jokes and having a broad vocabulary racked up numerous points as well. The talk turned more serious and I made plain to him that every ounce of my heart belonged to Kristin and to Kristin alone. We prayed together and he told me he would be proud to have me as a son-in-law.
Knowing him, there was still that slight twinge of panic in the (most) irrational part of my mind, What if this is a terrible April Fool’s joke he’s pulling? I probably would’ve spontaneously combusted if I heard him say that- thankfully he meant every word of it!
I almost can’t believe that was two years ago. It feels so much more recent yet also seems to belong to a different timeline altogether. Much has changed since then as God has etched away at the dross of our being and continues sculpting us into the image of His Son, but my love for Kristin has not diminished in any way. It too will only grow more refined and more vibrant. My love for her and for God were really only in their infancy then but praise God, were enlarged beyond my feeble capacities at the time! May they never cease and may they eclipse someday even the immensity they have today.