He was my little sister's EFY counselor and he came to visit me while I was working at the Bean. I ate lunch with him every day that week--using my little sister as an excuse, of course, and he visited every day--using my little sister as an excuse, of course. Lucky for me, that Friday was my 19th birthday and like the gentelman that he is, he wrote me a poem. It included all the parts to make girls swoon (a confession of love, rap-like rhymes, reference to future dates, his phone number, etc).
As it so happens, we've kept in touch and this year, I was lucky enough to get the same thing. Here are two (out of 12!) of my favorite stanzas:
My three favorite things: Sports, Sports Center and Mountain Dew. But don't worry, in fourth, is you, my boo.
So enjoy turning 20. I hope it's simply the best. Maybe I'll spend 21 with you, And 22, 23, 24 and all the rest.
Mountain Dew rhymes with boo?! Who knew?! (ha) Did I mention he lives in Hawaii?