When I was a child, I asked a lot of questions.  I mean a LOT of questions.  Always!  Usually, my parents patiently answered them.  Sometimes, they delayed.  I remember once, when I was probably six or seven years old, we loaded up the car to head to a visitation and funeral.  I remember distinctly sitting in the middle of the backseat of our blue Ford sedan, the hump under my feet, with my sister, Gayle, and brother, Barry, on either side.  (I most likely had to sit in the ‘hump seat’ because I was the youngest.). As we pulled into the funeral home parking lot, I remember my mother saying, “Belinda, if you won’t ask any questions while we are in there, I promise I will answer all of them after we leave.” Well that got my brain to buzzing!  I knew we were about to enter a query filled environment!  I don’t remember all the things I needed to ask about, but I remember my curiosity was quite piqued!  I sat down near a beloved great aunt, who everyone called Doll, and asked one tiny little question.  She answered me very kindly.  I remember looking to see where Momma was—she was far enough away—then I let ‘er rip!!!  I asked and asked and, bless Doll’s heart, she sat there and patiently answered every one of my questions.  I loved Doll!

Fast forward to my grown up life.  My information seeking nature didn’t fly too well raising two boys.  However, my oldest, Jonathan, would absolutely spill his guts without me opening my mouth if he could catch me at, oh, say 2 AM.  I would sit and listen and nod and try to stay awake, reveling in our ‘talk’.  Then, when he would finish, he would pause, look at me, and say, “How do you do that?!  You just got me to tell you everything!”  I replied, “I just have to stay awake long enough!”

Seven years ago today, I met my beloved Kenn for the first time at an Olive Garden in Bowling Green, Kentucky.  We had talked, texted, and emailed for probably 30+ hours beforehand.  And boy howdy, did I ask him questions!  The day before we met, he texted me, saying, “Believe it or not, I’m a pretty quiet and private guy.  I can honestly say that you already know more about me than anyone else in the world!”

I am so thankful to God that He let me meet Kenn.  And I’m thankful Kenn didn’t mind me and my questions!