Preschool Love
Daddy picked Olivia up from preschool today. When they got home (after a lunch date at McDonald's...bonus!), Jason told me that he overheard a "b-o-y" telling his dad that he "liked" Olivia. We had a little chuckle over that and later as she unpacked her backpack, she showed me a picture that a different "b-o-y" had drawn for her. The girl is on a roll, apparently. "Screeeeeeeeech" is the sound of Mom putting the brakes on time, thank you very much.
Do you have random, disconnected memories from early childhood like I do? Take, for instance, the incident at daycare in which I was sitting on a little scooter, wheeling backward and ended up under the seat of a teeter totter at the exact moment the child on one end was headed down. Seat square on my head, blood everywhere. What I remember most about the day is being absolutely convinced that this would wreck my chance of getting to wear the paper crown on my birthday.
Or the memory I have of a little boy chasing me into the tunnel on the daycare playground and trying to kiss me. Do I REALLY remember that, or did I just hear the story replayed enough times by amused family members that I *think* I remember it? It's hard to say. The boy, whose name for whatever reason was seared into my memory, moved soon after from my small town and I don't remember hearing another thing about him.
Fast forward 14 years. I was a college freshmen. It was Wednesday, the first day of classes and I had gone to a campus ministry gathering with a guy from my hometown. Part of the meeting included an introduction of the group's leadership team. Yeah, yeah, yeah...nice to meet you. Then this guy stepped up to the mic and said his name. An alarm sounded in my brain. That name - the one seared in my memory - was now being spoken into a microphone. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It's the boy who kissed me on the playground! I whispered to my friend, asking if this guy had ever lived in our hometown. He said he had. After the meeting I went up and introduced myself to him and said something brilliant like, "Uh, I think we went to daycare together." What a nerd.
Or maybe that nerdy move was ACTUALLY genius! Because the mysterious tunnel kisser? He told me today that he heard a five year old was sweet on our daughter.
10 comments:
what!?
Jason is the tunnel kisser?!?!
that is too cute to be true.
SHOOT! REALLY!?!?!
I don't know why but that story made me want to cry. It's late, I'm emotional...and I thought you gave up blogs??
Love you!
yeah for tunnel kissing! and college min. and finding each other (or being found) after all that time. and sovereignty. thanks for blogging!
The Lord works in mysterious ways! You make me think about all the mysterious twists and turns life can take us on, and we just have to be obedient. He is holding the big map. I'm sure glad you were brave enough to go up to that boy and remind him of the tunnel incident ! I'm glad you weren't traumatized by it , and I'm glad he had the sense to kiss you in the first place! I love you both beyond measure!
:) You Huebners always make me smile...what about later in that freshman year, when that nerdy guy made a jack whacker thwacker out of his ski pole? Who'd ever thunk you two would end up MARRIED??? :)
Just wait...Lily is still sweet on her preschool, favorite b-o-y. She may have read him a book during recess yesterday.
Love you guys - miss you!
that is so stinkin cute, i might just throw up. how hilarious. and...Lordly...
you two are cute.
Love, Love, Love that story! I was trying really hard to think who it could have been!!
i'm with jessica. that's too cute to be true!
I am totally delighting at the idea of you and Jason in college and imagining you giving him what can only be called a pick-up line, way to go! Just kidding, I'm glad he kissed you, but make sure you avoid tunnels now, it would be a little creepy.
Wow, that story is unbelievably adorable. And I love those childhood memories that have been repeated so often it's difficult to see back to the original.
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