Where the Sidewalk Ends...

Today, I bought the book Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein for my nephew, Robert. It was one of my favorite books growing up - we didn't own it, but I kept checking out over and over from the school library. Here's the title poem that inspires me:

Where The Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

I am entering territory - where the sidewalk ends... it has been surprising, exciting, scary, intriguing. Here's what happened. I met a guy... oh yes! He's a really great guy - Nick. And we started hanging out... we clicked instantly. And we realized we really liked hanging out with each other... so we decided to see where it would lead. And now I'm being blessed by him day after day - learning about myself, about him, about God, about this thing called life. I've never had so much fun... and I've never felt so comfortable before. It's crazy... but good. And so, we'll walk together... measured and slow... and follow the chalk-white arrows that God places before us... to the place where the sidewalk ends.