Love

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preseveres. Love never fails." I Corinthians 14:4-8a

Tonight my co-worker looked over at me and said "Christi, I can't wait to meet your husband. He's going to be the sweetest guy ever." I wanted to say back, "I can't wait to meet him either." Which is true, but instead I simply replied, "I hope so."

We were talking about how dumb boys are because an aggie just walked her back to the clinic after a meeting. An aggie who happens to be 3 years older than her who most likely chews and drinks on a regular basis. She was grossed out. She doesn't understand why all of the aggies flock toward her. I have to admit that it is kind of weird, but she has an amazing personality and is a blast to hang out with.

Earlier that day I had asked her to think of something that would cause her to be scared or excite her so I could tell her what her sympathetic division does to her cardiovascular system. She used the example, "If an aggie asked me to marry him," and I promptly went into telling her how her heart rate would increase, increasing the stroke volume, and causing vasoconstriction in certain areas while causing vasodilation in other areas. We laughed about it a lot.

It's sad, but most of the aggies here are gross young men who think that drinking and chewing tabacco is cool. I don't really understand any of them. There are some who are just sweet gentlemen, but they're few and far between.

I think my dream of marrying a cowboy is diminishing.