You know the song, right? From The King and I?
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you,
Putting it my way,
You are precisely,
My cup of tea.
I’ve been getting to know someone new the past few weeks and I feel like a teenager. I’m giddy. I can’t stop smiling most of every day, and my face hurts from the effort. There are no red flags, as much as I look for them (yeah, tempting fate). I honestly haven’t felt like this for 20 years. I didn’t feel this giddy about Thing 2 when we were dating (which in hindsight is probably a contributing factor to our eventual separation and divorce, amongst other things)… but I digress.
It’s like I’ve known this man for years, not weeks. I can’t wait to spend time with him; when we part, I don’t want to leave. And you wanna know the kicker? He seems to feel the same way about me! Now that’s something.
He’s got a big heart, he’s thoughtful, generous, affectionate, intelligent, and funny as all get out. When he looks at me, he really looks at me, not through me, not past me, but right at me. He holds my hand all the time and tells me how funny he thinks I am, how smart, how pretty. It’s intoxicating.
Six children share his life, all adopted. Well, four are officially adopted, and the other two live with them because again, he has a big heart. The kids are the only aspect of this relationship that give me pause, but only because I’ve never had children, so it’s hard to imagine what having a close bond with a child, much less six children, would be like. He’s devoted and from what I can tell, a loving, and yet strong father to these kids.
There’s no subterfuge, no games, no drama, no BS. He’s open, transparent, charming, and emotionally communicative. It’s unbelievably refreshing. I know it’s early, I know we will continue to get to know each other, I know that there may be things we find annoying about each other, but not now. Right now, in this moment, it’s so wonderful.
I’m smitten and I don’t want it to end. But, if it does, I’m enjoying the hell out of this journey.