Fortunately, he wasn’t. Unfortunately, his actions had already gathered a crowd of 20 or so of my closest friends. The box contained my “Jesus” ring, reshaped, shiny, looking brand spankin new, and a bible verse from Hebrews. Actually, verse 10:24, to be exact; “Let us consider how we may spur one another on towards love and good deeds.” Told you, the boy’s got game.
My mentality shifted a little bit at this point. I was intrigued, to say the least. So, when my little sister called, begging me to take her to the park to watch fireworks, I opened the invitation to everyone. Guess who immediately volunteered to join me? Jose, our fellow Young life leader, who I vaguely knew and would have felt very awkward spending fourth of July with. Eventually Omar volunteered to go with us.
Jose, Omar, and I, July 4th, 2006
We picked up Olivia and the four of us set out to see fireworks. Olivia and I also brought our Heelys with us. Heelys are shoes with wheels on the heels, and are my greatest investment since The Beatles “White Album.” We watched fireworks, took lots of pictures, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. On our walk back to the car, Omar grabbed my hand. I immediately yanked it away from him, and explained to him that I don’t interlock fingers. This started out as a joke between Whitney and I, but it played a major roll in our relationship because I feel like there is an element of commitment when it comes to holding hands.
Holding pinkies= I like you but I don’t want to date you.
Holding hands= We are in a committed relationship.
Holding hands and interlocking fingers= I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Oh man, July 4th 2006
to be continued...