So the craziest thing happened last week. My mother got engaged! It has been a bit of a whirlwind and probably hasn’t entirely sunk in, but honestly I could not be more thrilled. It may have had something to do with the three glasses of wine I had prior, but I actually got a little teary eyed when she told me.
Some of you may already know that she recently moved to the DC area after my grandmother passed away – like 5 months ago recent. I was initially quite worried that she’d have trouble adjusting from small town life to the big bad world of Washington, DC, but look at her throwing caution to the wind and proving me wrong!
In an effort to prevent unsolicited phone calls from Jerry Springer producers, (is that show still on?), we’ll just call her fiancé “an old family friend.” In all seriousness, he’s been a part of our family since before I was born and he has been nothing but wonderful to me. This could not be happening to two more deserving people.
Not only do they plan to marry soon (details to follow) but they intend to buy an RV and travel to wherever the hell they please; this coming from a woman who previously considered Lancaster, PA a vacation and hasn’t been on an airplane since the early 70’s. I don’t recall ever being more proud of her in my entire life. For the first time she’s actually putting herself first. And she sounds as giddy as a school girl. If I weren’t a full grown adult myself I’d probably be embarrassed.
This entire experience is further proof to me that the key to a happy life is not some preconceived “American Dream” that society has been jamming down our throats since long before I was born; that we don’t have meet the man/woman of our dreams when we’re 18 and live happily ever after complete with babies and picket-fences. Happiness comes in different packages, and a small few may even be lucky enough to experience it more than once.
And quite frankly, this is one of the most adorable packages I have ever seen:
Congratulations to the happy couple. I love you Mom. I can’t wait to start helping you plan this little shot-gun wedding of yours. And you damn-well better throw that bouquet in my direction.
PS. Do you need help updating your Facebook status?
*Photo credit to Bridget Miller, who may or may not be related to me now or in the near future. It’s hard to tell at this point.