Young Love

Recently, David met the youngest sister in a family that we have known since our first month or two in Sioux Falls. Her name is Maryn and is she is 9 years old. We just had a brief encounter with her in church, but she talked to each of the boys. A few days later I told David that we were going to watch her oldest brother's team play baseball later that afternoon. "Is the whole family going to be there," David asked. "Yup," I said. "The sister?" he said. "Maryn, you mean?" I clarified. "Ya," he said. "Ya, she will be there." " I really like her," said David. "Me too," I said. "What do you like about her David?" He sighs. "Her face...her hair...her voice." "And she's really nice, too, right?" I suggest. "Ya, and there is something else that I am a little embarrassed to say," said David. "Well, it's up to you if you want to tell me, David. Either way, it is fine." "Well, why don't you guess Mom?" "OK. You think Maryn is pretty?" "No, that's not it. Do you want me to just tell you?" "Sure, David." "Well, I just keep thinking that maybe if I grow up really fast, maybe I can ask her to marry me."

How sweet can you be? :)