Saturday, July 14, 2007

MOB

So, my daughter and her boyfriend came over to visit one night last week. It was a really good visit until my daughter left for a moment. Her boyfriend very sweetly asked Hubby and I permission to take our daughter's hand in marriage.

Hubby reached into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill and slid it across the table. He said it wasn't much but to put it into the gas tank and run. Deep down, I could tell he was so pleased and really didn't know what to say. I told my daughter's boyfriend, (who is an absolute sweetie) that we would be delighted to call him our son in law.

They tried to keep it a secret for a while. But you know when something is up and you just can't put your finger on it. Border was acting weepy, Daughter looked like a deer in head lights, Boyfriend was seeming like there was something wrong. I knew something was in wind, but to be honest, I was positive they were going to come and tell me that I was going to a grandmother. Thank God my suspicions were wrong this time. Good thing I kept my thoughts quiet.

Now my darling daughter says to me, that we will have to meet Fiance`'s parents. This is fine until she says it will be like the movie, Meeting the Fockers. Guess who the Focker's are in this scenario? So I'm thinking I'll frizz out my hair, wear those lovely bright colored caftan's and Birkenstock sandals for the meeting of the parents. I would love to see the look on daughter's face if I arrived like that. I'll be good. I promise. (And yes the fingers and toes are crossed)

Knowing her, she will be on edge worried that I will say something that would embarrass her. Not that I ever have in the past but she is aways worried what the next guy thinks. I can't be too hard on her. Artist would remind me that I was very much the same way once.

So long as its not a Lord of the Rings, Matrix or Nascar wedding or anything else odd, I'll be a happy Mother of the Bride. Actually I'll be the one in the corner with the frizzy hair, orange, blue and purple caftan and a bottle wine. Cause, I plan on being drunk the entire time. It's the only way I'll get through it.