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I met a gal :)

And no,  I am not gay :)

On Valentine's Day, I met a gal. Her name is Esther Arinaitwe.

Andrew, Lynn, Esther...the photo could have been infinitely better but the photographer may have had one too many :)

Since then, I have gushed about her to anyone who cares to listen. It's odd, I know, but you have to meet this gal to know what I am talking about. She is beautiful, smart, funny, composed, spiritual, exuberant, accomplished...all in one package! It turned out that she is a daughter of one of mom's oldest friends and mom says everything I can gush about Esther being, her mom is five times more.

As of February 14th, I had approximately ten friends, 6 guys, 4 gals... Now, I have 5 gals in my corner and am all the gladder. In fact, I have been saying to, again, anyone who cares to listen, that last week's was the best Valentine's Day I have had in all my adult life. Also, following that meeting, I am back to believing in love and holding out for it...no compromises.

And then, the following is what I read from my devotional yesterday; quaint? huh? :)

If human love does not carry a man beyond himself, it is not love. If love is always discreet, always wise, always sensible and calculating, never carried beyond itself, it is not love at all. It may be affection, it may be warmth of feeling, but it has not the true nature of love in it.

So, choose love people...it, does, makes the world go round...(in close competition with money, of course)...lol :)

"This is the message you heard from the beginning; We should love one another...let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth."  
1 John 3: 11 &18

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