I think this is going to be a two-post day. Because last night, the new book asked. It asked to be written.

At least, I think it did.

It didn’t exactly throw itself to one knee and raise its eyes heavenward, vowing undying love, calm seas and perfect fidelity. It didn’t plead with me to make it official. It didn’t, as the song goes, promise me a rose garden.

It did, however, nudge me in the night with a torrent of plans and requests and thoughts about our future together. It made its intentions known to me, unmistakably.

The course of true love never runs straight. I know that. But I have been asked. I can walk into this with open eyes. And an open heart. I think the answer is “yes.” I think we’re gonna give it a go. And find out from here what the real answer is.