Robin: “How old is he?”
Me: “He’s 27.”
Robin: [frowns slightly] “I suppose that’s okay. How old are you, now?”
Me: [smiles] “I’m 22, Robin.”
Robin: [sighs] “I still think of you as being 12.”
Me: [continues to smile] “And you will probably always think of me as being 12, even years from now, when I am your nurse and taking care of you.”
Robin: [laughs] “You’re right. And I’ll still tell you what to do.”
Me: “And I will still ignore you.”
Robin: “Just promise not to put me in a psych ward, okay?”
Sometimes, when I stop to think about all the wonderful people God has put into my life, I feel so blessed that it makes me want to cry.
5 years? That’s nothing! and yes, it’s awesome to think about the people God allows us to meet.