Nuts or lunatics?

Life has hit me in the face. Two months ago I would have been able to tell you what my life would look like six months ahead. Now I hardly know what next week will look like. My grandsons no longer fill the void in my heart, which I must admit is a relief. I love them to pieces, but understand that they will grow better without the greenhouse of affection that grandparents can generate. God has answered my prayers and presented me with a man who meets every detail I have been whining about. If it took 3 yrs for God to send him to me it might be pretty risky to wait for a second or third to come my way. How old would that make me?

I have been constantly depicted as too fussy, over strict, or excentric in my views of marriage. The really frightening part of this new relationship is the lack of compromise on both sides. Maybe we are being too polite, on our best behavior, or hiding some rare mental illness that allows us to understand each others perspective for just long enough to really get committed. We are both surprised, relieved, and thrilled to know there is another person who affirms our deepest beliefs and desires. Is that called a soul mate?

Once the important issues have been exposed, we are still faced with the decision to lead our hearts to the dangerous cliff. Do we want to fall in love? Is he waiting for me to say it first?
No worries there. He declared his love after a month but risked rejection with a proposal first.
This gift is a keeper!