Smart aleck. I'll be seeing him in about an hour, along with the others - this'll be interesting.
Especially now. Tim's been trying to get ahold of me for the past week or so - he had news. He's engaged. Or, as he put it, "engaged to be engaged" - basically, he's proposed, she's accepted, he just hasn't given her a ring yet. That'll be her 21st birthday present - so he has a year and a bit to save up for it.
There are so many ways I could react to this, many of them involving pain, frustration, and maybe some tears. But, it's the strangest thing - I'd have to actually work to react like that. My first thought was, granted, "You've GOT to be kidding." But he sounds so happy - and he deserves it. He's in love, he's happy...it's wonderful. And even if I didn't have whatever going on with Bret, I'm not begrudging him that happiness. Sure, I'd wished I had been the one who could've made him that happy, but I wasn't. Rosie is. And I'm glad he's found her.
I've said it a lot this summer, but I feel like I'm growing up again. Wow, I say. Maturity might not be such a bad deal after all, if I can be spared pain through it. Good heavens.