who's the fool...

On April 1st, I got an exceptionally sincere string of text messages from Adam regarding his spur of the moment decision to sign up for a teaching English excursion in China. Due to the heartfelt tone of the messages (i.e. "this is something I've wanted to do my whole life"), I decided it was best to not treat it as a joke, just in case I happened to crush his hopes and dreams. I hoped it was a joke -- it was April Fool's Day, after all -- but in the event that it wasn't, well. I didn't want to be the kind of girlfriend who says no to her man's dearest wishes.

Over the next couple of hours, however, I felt myself torn in two directions. It's a joke, I'd tell myself, Just a joke.

 But what if it ISN'T?

Joke.

Maybe not.

Joke. Adam wouldn't drop everything to go to CHINA, and in JULY.

But you KNOW the message said that he knows it'll push the wedding back to September (did I just tell you that there's going to be a wedding sometime this summer? Hm...), and...well? Joke?

Joke! He wouldn't do that.

He might.

NO! Because he wouldn't leave me to plan an entire wedding by myself. And he wouldn't leave before his brother and sister go on their missions. And he wouldn't miss being engaged. And...would he?

You don't know.

I DON'T KNOW!

And by then I was too sick to ask him about it, and so spent an evening throwing up and worrying that my future fiance would be running off to China and get back a week before our wedding -- which I don't want to have in September because of school, which he well knows.

Readers, you probably realized it was a joke long before I was completely sure of it. Joke it was -- he got me.

Note to self: NEVER worry about any giant, life-changing plans that people inform you of on April Fool's Day. Chances are, they're joking.

Thank goodness for that.