Minuet Cretiens

I don’t know if we’re allowed to post about fellow contributors, but I’ve asked Sara to teach me to sing the French version of  O Holy Night for our solo this Sunday at church in which she will sing in Swedish. It’s amazing the tongue that’s on that girl. And yes, that’s a compliment.

Can I add the category “Tangibly Love Your Enemy” to this blog too? Just kidding, Sara. In all honesty, I didn’t think this would be such a difficult task for me. I’ve always been pretty good at imitating languages, except Russian. But I suppose I will have to add French to the list as well–I’m just not that great at it I suppose.

It’s a shame you won’t date me.

Upon coming to China, I think my tongue has loosened a little. For better or for worse,  I wrote an old flame today after receiving a highly unexpected email from him explaining how it life was going (it was long–10 minutes reading?)  I lived at home for two years after graduating from college to attend grad school. We were in the same town and I think he called once to hang out because he was alone and reminiscent.  I never understood why he never wanted to date me now, later in life while in high school…well, it’s in the past, right?

So I emailed him back and slid in a little diddy: “It’s a shame you won’t date me…[added a joke].” So there it is. That’s my big disclosure.