Too Young, Too Old... Just Right

Last Friday Cal and I were on a walk. A little boy around the age of 10 shouted to me, "Hey, looking good!"

Cute... too young.

Last Friday I also visited Oma, my grandmother who lives in a rest home. While there I was serenaded by a man in his 80s. He also asked me if I wanted to dance, even though he could barely stand up.

So sweet... a tad too old.

And then there's this guy that has said nice things to me every day for the past three years. A guy who will likely say nice things to me every day for the rest of forever. That's Cal.

Very sweet, flattering and cute. Not to mention loads of other things... and just right. At least just right for me.

Mushy, I know... but I can't help it. I love him.