My New Boyfriend

Leave it to me, in Colorado for 32 days and I've found a new boyfriend. Except this one found me. My mom and I took the girls to the park, a different one from the one we usually go to. It was late afternoon and the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting rays across the surface of Lake Loveland.

He approached my mother first, with a surprise hug from behind, followed with a little small talk. We shook our heads in wonder when he walked away. About half an hour later, I felt his arms around me and small kisses across my back before he brought his face close to mine. I looked into his dark brown eyes, with surprisingly long eyelashes, and smiled, listening to his soft, melodic voice as he whispered in my ear.

I still don't know his name, but I know all I need to know.

I know that he's three years old. (And that he apparently has a thing for curvy redheads.)