There's a new man in my life.
Correction: There is a new man in Claire's life, but since she lives on the other side of my living room, there is a new man in my life too.
His name is Carr and they are blissfully happy. BLISSFULLY.
Like the kind of full-on twitterpation that usually happens once in your life and it takes both your appetite and your breath away and you can't eat, sleep or think clear, rational thoughts and sometimes you might even leave ice cream out on the counter for your sister to discover later.
That kind of bliss.
Sometimes I don't even think they know I am there because they are so wrapped-up in their blissful world that nothing else matters. It's actually pretty fun to watch. It is a picture of God's grace. And His love. And His plan, for not only them, but for those they will meet and change and influence in their years ahead together. And it gives me hope that God raises up good men. Sometimes I feel there is a shortage of them but I know they're out there.
(Cue "Somewhere Out There" from that mouse movie. You know which one I am talking about.)
But in the meantime, if I can get past all the ooey gooey-ness of what is now my apartment and most of my waking hours, I am really excited for these two. They just fit, you know? Like chocolate and peanut butter. Or chocolate and coffee. Or chocolate and dark chocolate.
Or maybe just like Claire and Carr.