It’s weird being engaged. Today, I’ve received a handful of calls, congratulating me. Not only that, Kate and I are a bit shy towards each other, like we’re new. And in a way we are new. We know each other so much but this is a new stage in our relationship; it’s a huge stage. “Jeff, can you pick me up from my house?” is read in a completely new context. Her mom can’t stop smiling at us and it’s a mixed bag of accepting adulthood and knowing I am still and forever a child.
I still laugh at anything that has to do with poo. If I’m eating and you make a poo reference, I will join you and we will knock down the list of classifications of different poop. I spent a whole day hanging out with my 10 year old nephew and cousin daring each other to do stupid things around the mall while our parents shop. My 18 year-old cousin and 16-year old brother are much more well-behaved than I am. I even dared my 10-year old nephew sprint around the mall shirtless. He’s a porky kid. And I was having a shit load of fun laughing my ass off with 10 year old kids. Yeah. I’m getting married. Scary. Ha.
Then, there’s Kate. A girl, with every right wins all the goofy awards in the world. This chick cracks me up. She also balances me when I get too out of hand. And she gets along well with my family. I was wondering where she was at my house and I found her laughing her ass off to my a short movie my 10 year old nephew and cousin made. I’m extra sensitive to my blessings now that I am engaged. This is all regular, normal Jeffrey living but I am taking notice of all the beautiful subtlities in my life that have to deal with family, friend and my fiancé. Being able to notice those things makes me an adult; but the world would be upside down if my heart wasn’t always that of a child.