Why I Love You

After reading a newsletter article you sent out, I spent a good 15 mins writing a thoughtful response.  I answered some of the questions you posed at the end and I discussed my own views and theological feelings, hoping to hear a bit of yours.  There was mention of a trivia night and I asked for a few details to help decide if I should be looking for a sitter next week. The email was several paragraphs long. At the end I pointed out a small typo you had made as a P.S. I said, “I think it’s Boimler not Boiler.” When you sent me a reply, that was the only thing you addressed. You sent back, “ Lol. Boimler. I like Boiler better. ” And all I could think in that moment was, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU.” I don’t know why, but I wasn’t disappointed you didn’t respond to any of my theological thoughts.  I wasn’t frustrated you didn’t offer any thoughts to help determine if / when I should plan for a sitter to come.  I guess I knew that if they were really important we’d discuss them...