My son, Emi, has a crush. A really big crush on a beautiful little girl at swim club. She's a real princess: brains, beauty and nice parents to boot. I can only applaud his excellent taste. He's aiming high, my boy.
But, as old Bill Shakespeare, said the course of true love never did run smooth. And the principal fly in Emi's ointment is that she's eleven and he's only nine. He thinks that's a really big issue. Maybe he's right. From where I'm sitting on the sidelines I can see him hovering attentively whilst she scarcely ever notices him. He picks up her goggles when she drops them, fetches her towel, opens doors for her, smiling all the while and living with the hope that she'll remember his name. And when she does, well ... that just makes his day.
It's all very sweet and innocent. And I'm delighted that he's got such a healthy attitude towards girls. It's so much nicer than having him think that girls are stupid, and not wanting to have anything to do with them. In our house girls are brilliant, always have been, and there's nothing more to be said on the matter.
He's got it in his mind that Valentine's Day is coming up this weekend, and has enlisted my help in designing a suitable card for the young lady in question. We discussed how it should look, and, as he rather liked my Thank You cards of a few weeks' back we decided to do a flower power sort of thing. And, so this is what we've come up with, having spent a couple of happy hours painting and sticking over the weekend:
What do you think? Do you reckon she'll go for it?
Emi's hoping that she'll be bowled over, and will at least make the effort to get his name right in future.
All the best for now,