I once had a penpal named Randy. Randy was an old fashioned cowboy in Texas. Well, I suppose Randy was handsome in his youth, but Randy had gotten older and hadn't aged well. Also, he wasn't especially educated or urbane. He had managed to put together a nice, decent life in west Texas, but I sensed loneliness and sadness. He said he was divorced, and it was his fault. He had been a drinker. Then he met the Lord. It cheered me to hear of the change in his life.
Still, I thought Randy was kind of a joker. I used to ask Randy crazy questions to open him up. It was around the holidays, and I talked about holiday dinners.
I wondered what Randy imagined we had in common. What could he have thought I would be interested in about him? But one day Randy happened to say something that caused me to realize he loved children. I realized that he had hoped to have his own, and was disappointed that it hadn't happened. "A man who loves children," I thought, "There's something special about a man like that." I really developed a fondness for Randy.
I guess Randy wanted to go faster into a relationship than I did. One day he asked, "Do you think you could ever love me?" I said, "I do love you Randy." And I did, too. He was totally taken by surprise. He said he loved me, too. But soon after that, he stopped writing, I think because I didn't want to get married to him right then. God bless Randy.