For the past few months, it’s been unusually quiet on all my personal sites. I’ve been immersing myself in what I love, crafting and I am also dating. Most importantly, for me, is he’s a Christian. He’s Catholic. He’s 6′, and he’s Lithuanian, Italian and Polish. We went to High School together and we were in the same grade.
A lot of the surprises aren’t there since we’ve known one another for 28 years. In our high school days, I knew him as the class clown, I thought he was very attractive (still think that) but he was way too nutty for me, even if my parents had allowed me to date in High School.
Fast forward to the present, and I must say that I love the man he’s turned into. My daughter has met and approved of the BF. my brother, who was in the same grade as us and approves of him too. He’s met my parents, I’ve met his along with many of his other relatives.
But back to my daughter’s approval… there’s no way, I’d be dating him if she didn’t like him. She loves him. He loves her. My daughter and me are a package deal. We normally do something twice weekly. Half of the outings include my daughter, in fact the pictures I posted recently of the Pen Mar park, was something we all did together.
I definitely wasn’t expecting to be in a relationship. When my friends/acquaintances would ask, I’d say, “That man will literally have to fall in my path. I’m not looking, I’m relying on God to lead the right man to me, and if he doesn’t I’ll be content.” Well, God chose the man for me and so I’m relying on him.
You know… I really hate the term boyfriend/girlfriend since we both feel it does not describe where we are at, but until I can think of an appropriate title, here at Celebrate Life he’ll be the BF, ok?