I mentioned in the comments of a previous post About Us a conversation I had with a friend that I still remember vividly. She asked me to remind her of it...
J. was still a year or two away for me, but K. had recently begun courting her future husband and she and I were discussing courtship, marriage and other such things that occupy the minds of teen-age girls. There was a several year (can't remember exactly?) age difference between K and her young man and we were talking about how people might view that and whether or not that was socially acceptable in our time. I mentioned to her my grandparents marriage of (at the time) nearly fifty years and the 18 years age gap between them. I expressed my intention of marrying a man at least three years older than myself, as I thought that would ensure a stable and mature relationship. K was skeptical, however...
But how are you so sure you'll marry someone older?
I just know it's the best thing for me.
But what if you meet a godly young man who's just perfect for you but a few years younger than you or something like that?
Oh, that won't happen.
But what if it does and what if you fall in love??
Well.... I just won't fall in love with someone younger than me. I just won't. That's all there is to it.
Haha, the joke's on me! There was more to the conversation, but the part that looms largest in my mind is that-- for obvious reasons.
P.S. For those of you who don't know us well, J isn't 30 yet ;)