This Saturday, one of my children took a first, and big, step into the world of dating. To avoid embarrassment, I won't name him, apart from saying he is an "avid" fan of the Patriots' "D."
But seriously: he had come to know this young lady through the youth group at church, and over the last few months had developed a pretty serious texting relationship. (Fortunately texting is on the unlimited plan for us.) They're both sophomores, although attending two different high schools; his South County green and blue clashes a bit with her West Springfield orange and blue. But they're both in youth group and church, they both are active behind the scenes in their respective drama departments, and I would have to be even denser than I already am to miss how they look at each other sometimes.
This weekend, though, he made a big step, one reportedly required in her family, and asked her father for permission to date his oldest daughter. Mind you, that entailed asking a Fairfax County Deputy Sheriff--and a very healthy and fit one at that, think Mr Clean with a weapon--in public, outside church, with any number of witnesses to a potential embarrassment. Fortunately, however, her dad was quick to offer his approval; having known David now several years and figuring someone from youth group can't be all bad, I suppose. His bravery earned him a handshake from dad, and a hug from the daughter. And now we begin thinking of movies or events, and saving up our (non-Costa-Rica-mission-trip-spending-money) cash for a new set of activities in our world.
I had begun this year saying how the theme for the year seems to be adolescence; I smile a little thinking how one more bit of adolescence is coming to pass. And so let a whole 'nother set of games begin….
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