A one track mind

Do you want to know what I've been up to?
I'll tell you what I've been up to.
It might surprise you.
Are you sitting down?
Tim.
I'm such a goofy girl right now.

My entire life is built around getting stuff done so I can see him, or talk to him. I have dropped all my friends, cold. Not really.
Well, kind of.
It's part of the process, I guess, as there's just so many hours in the day.

I'll tell you what, though. My mind is going a million miles a moment. I am learning things about myself, and I am learning things about God, even as I learn more about this guy.

It's a funny thing to develop a relationship with someone who has children. And this guy's kids? I was in love with them, before I was in love with him.
He has a daughter, F' who is 10. She has an exotic beauty that she is yet unconcerned with. She is a very thoughtful child, with a personality like her daddy's. She's intense, and precise, and very affectionate. I pretty much want to keep her forever.
He has a six-year-old son, A'. This kid has more extrovert in his system than the law allows. Love that! Every thought to cross his mind comes out in loud words and expressive action. Last night he was injured, and he exclaimed quite loudly thru his tears, "Nothing is going to make me happy!" But he was laughing shortly. This little boy is beautiful and delightful. Mostly, I am in love with him, too.

Tim came along the other night to watch M' at target practice. Hunting season is descending quickly, and my boy is getting very excited! M' has a dove hunt and a bear hunt on the calendar already. I wonder if Tim can cook wild game? I should ask him.

Tim has a fault. He has 5, in fact. He has 5 TVs. Are we all clear on how I feel about Television being a Spawn of Satan? Tim has 5 Spawns of Satan.
Who went over there to watch the breaking news story about a fire in Boise? Who goes over there to watch movies? I'm getting sucked in!
D' keeps asking if he can have a TV in his room if Tim and I get married. The answer, by the way, is "no."
Plus, also, too? Tim gives my children soda every day.
He is spoiling them, and creating children who favor him above me. It's very mean. They are crazy about him.
D' keeps asking if he can go over there to spend the night, and if he can have a friend spend the night there. I don't think he is grasping the concept that he is a guest there, himself. Tim makes him feel so welcome, that he thinks he can invite his friends over.

I'm loving this process.
Dating? Way fun!