Puppy Love… Zoë, This Time

Hard to believe, but we already have an application for a son-in-law.

And I'd thought that we'd have around 20+ years before we'd even have to think about something like that.

D, one of Josh’s classmates, had a birthday party last Friday. Zoë was invited, too. It was a very special party where the kids got to pick carrots, potatoes, feed the rabbits, etc. (Yes, this was at the same farm that I posted about recently.)


Halfway through feeding the rabbits, Zoë wandered off. We found her and D in the flower shed next to where we were feeding the rabbits.


As we headed to look at the peacocks and the guinea fowls, D and Zoë were holding hands. Then we made our way over to the rows of potatoes. D and Zoë both hung back and decided to sit by a fish pond.


When we walked back to the house for the cake-cutting, they were still holding hands. Zoë made sure that she got to sit next to D at the table.



When we said our goodbyes, D leaned in gave Zoë a gentle peck on her cheek. Zoë just stood there, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was so cute!

Fast forward to Sunday. Josh and D are in the same religious education class. After Mass, I took Zoë with me to pick up Josh from his class. I chatted a bit with D’s mom, while waiting for Josh to get ready. Before we knew it, we saw D and Zoë walking around the classroom --again, holding hands! When they stopped to get a cookie, he again leaned in to kiss Zoë. Later on, D handed her a breadstick. We said goodbye and D gave Zoë another kiss. I could barely contain my amusement at how sweet and innocent they are.


Out we went to the courtyard where we saw D’s sister, who asked, “Is that the breadstick I just gave D? He loves breadsticks.” Zoë and I sat down on a bench to wait for Josh who ran off to get himself a cupcake. D and his dad walked by. D looked at Zoë’s breadstick, which was half gone, nodded, and said, “Good. You love breadsticks.” Like he was mentally ticking off one more thing that got him to like Zoë. *Giggles*

This morning, I’d received an phone message from D’s mom: “D asked me this morning if he could marry Zoë…and why? Because husbands are supposed to be taller than their wives, and everybody in K2 and 3 is taller than he is!… I would LOVE to have Zoë for a daughter-in-law!”

I TOTALLY wouldn’t mind having D as a son-in-law, either, especially if he remains as sweet as he is with Zoë! Chris and I are really quite tickled by this whole thing. So, so sweet.

I asked Zoë why D kissed her. She told me, "Because him loves me."