Young Love

Date: Monday August 10, 2009
Posted in: Graham

A year ago I posted about Graham and the love of his (short) life, Sarah. I included photos of the two of them (Shocking, I know). Here’s a good angsty (on Sarah’s part) shot from last August:

I’m loving the grab from behind.

If you don’t feel like clicking through to the post I can give you the Cliff notes of that post (and their story): Sarah was born to two of our best friends a mere eight months after Graham’s nine pound, twelve ounce body emerged out of my nether-regions. They do not remember life without each other.

A few years ago the two of them started talking about love and marriage (As kids are wont to do, when trying to understand the whole Mommy/Daddy dynamic) and declared to us that they were going to be married one day. This is all cute and sweet and fun and awesome. At least, it was.

In the past month the two of them have kicked it up a notch (or three) and Graham has been driving it past the brink of cute to the stage of TOTALLY ANNOYING.

When my family picked me up from the airport after my Chicago trip for BlogHer one of the first things that Graham told me was that he had given Sarah a present. It was the heart-shaped rock he gave me this spring. It’s all fine and good; I can’t be his Number One Girl forever (*SOB*). He then started rambling on about Sarah and how much he loved her. His classic statement of that night: “I love her so much. I just don’t remember when I fell in love with her.”

HE IS SIX YEARS OLD.

There was a lot of eye-rolling between Matthew and I and we explained that they have known each other since she was born. They have loved each other since then (AS FRIENDS) but being “in love” is something that happens when you are grown up.

HE WASN’T LISTENING.

Some snippets from the past week:

Me: “We have lots of friends in Penticton.”
Graham: “Like Sarah, my love.”

(SERIOUSLY?)

Sarah, to her Mom: “I can’t believe that I’m five and I already know who I’m going to marry.”

(Again. SERIOUSLY?)

At church on Sunday, they sat facing each other and holding hands. There were many murmurs of, “I love you.” “I love you more.”

OH MY WORD.

And you know what? IT GETS WORSE.

The other day Graham started rifling through the cupboards and running in and out of the house. He then asked me to come outside and see what he had done.

He had set up a table for he and Sarah to have their “first date.”

Can you see the name tags he made to show who sits where?

He sat down to demonstrate where he would sit on their “date.”

I was speechless. SPEECHLESS. If you know me at all, you know that me being speechless is nearly impossible.

While I would be more than happy to have Sarah as a daughter-in-law (ONE DAY) this is getting to be a little bit ridiculous. She (and his “love for her“(SIGH)) is what we hear about twenty-four seven.

I asked him when this marriage was going to happen and Graham said that he would be twenty-five. Sarah would be twenty-four.