Love in a time of grogginess
R2 turned 27 on August 1st. We were at a lock-in for the youth group from Friday at 8:00 p.m. to Saturday at 1:00 a.m., so we got to bed pretty late. As we lay there, groggy, just before falling asleep:
R2: Do you still love me even though I'm in my late twenties?
R1: Oh, I guess so.
R2: Don't joke around.
R1: Yes, I love you even though you're in your late twenties.
R2: Don't say "late twenties."
She cracks me up.
R2: Do you still love me even though I'm in my late twenties?
R1: Oh, I guess so.
R2: Don't joke around.
R1: Yes, I love you even though you're in your late twenties.
R2: Don't say "late twenties."
She cracks me up.