Happy First...

I am feeling a little spoiled today. Roses did indeed come to my desk at work, and part of me squirmed a little over what Auntie said about that subject, but that quickly subsided into a huge smile and feelings of gratitude. This girlfriend thing is still so new that I haven't yet had a chance to sink into relationship smugness - and I hope to goodness I never do. Those of you who know me in person, please notify me immediately if I ever get smug, and I'll give myself a stern talking-to.

With the roses came a note, my favorite line of which was, "Happy First Valentine's Day." The first. Yes. Exactly.

My primary feeling on this holiday of love, and for the past two weeks, has been one of profound wonder. I feel amazed. Although we had been friends since July, Frank's love came into my life very suddenly and unexpectedly. Yet so quickly I have found in him a "kindred spirit," someone I feel I can trust completely, someone who understands my quirks, someone whose goodness inspires me and who opens my mind to vast and unexplored horizons. I can't help feeling undeserving of this gift. It feels exactly like it was described in this article. I know I didn't do anything to merit this or to make it happen; God in His infinite kindness simply dropped this into my life, in His own time and on His schedule and plan. The whole thing is rather a mystery to me, and a source of great joy.

I sent this little image to Frank the other day and we had a good laugh over it. I think in a way it symbolizes our love. We both have spontaneous, adventurous spirits - we enjoy quoting Chesterton's line that "An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered." When I'm with him, I can't help feeling that our great adventure is just beginning.