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 eventually. 

With anyone else, I would probably have felt ignored. But with you I felt seen and soo in love with your crazy, silly core. That unexplainable sense of humor and wonder that drives you to laugh at the strangest things.

I thought I wanted a straightforward response to my letter and you gave me a completely unexpected, much better reply. This happens all the time with us. I plan and prepare and consider how I want things to go, and you burst in with something I could never have anticipated and make everything better than I thought it ever could be.

Yes. You are right. Boiler is better.