Boyfriend.

So there’s this boy.

His name is Josh.

You may have noticed the way he’s been plastered on my facebook page.

“LOOK! IT’S A BOYFRIEND!”

People were convinced I’d been hiding something, because he seemed to come out of nowhere.

Don’t worry, he came out of nowhere for me, too.

Less than two months ago, Audrey came home from work insisting that she had found my husband. “He works at Smartbank and he likes to travel!!”

She used to work with him at Tommy Hilfiger and thought it would be fun to play matchmaker.

After I’d gone to bed that night, she barged into my room to show me her facebook message to him. Which is when I knew I had lost yet another chance at a date.

Yup, that's Baba Larve.

Thankfully, Josh has a streak of morbid curiosity, so he messaged me the next day and we started talking. Two weeks later, I was getting bored and used my powers of coercion to get things moving along.

And you know what he didn’t do?

He didn’t ask me to go get coffee.

He didn’t say, “Let’s hang out.”

He took me on a DATE—with dinner and everything. And I realized that’s how it’s supposed to work. Boy is interested? He takes you on a date. The end.

Two weeks and a few dates later, he came to my house with roses. I was wearing a dress. We went out to dinner at The Island (where everyone else goes out to dinner) and he asked me to be his girlfriend on the ferris wheel.

I said yes.

Then we went to a moonshine tasting.

And got 175 likes on facebook (because that’s all the matters).

That was a month ago, which seems like a long and not so long time.

Let me tell you some things that are great about this guy.

When he was in seventh grade, he hacked out a Plank with a knife and block of wood. That’s right—Plank as in Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

He trash talks during board games, especially Monopoly.

He names bugs.

He breaks out in accents—especially in Kroger.

He’s really silly.

One time he left a note on my car, but he put it in a plastic baggie so it wouldn’t get wet.

He’s super cute.

We went on a day trip to Chattanooga last weekend, and it was the best thing ever.

For the sole purpose of taking selfies, apparently.

You know what the best part is, though?

He values me.

I know what it’s like not to be treated what I’m worth….and Josh does the opposite of that.

Kindness, respect, honesty, the whole nine yards. I haven’t had to question his motives or the way that he feels about me. And we pray together.

No matter what happens, he's a real gift.

Go ahead. Gag.