10/25/18

Someone cue Stanley Holiday...

Oh Bitchy, wasn’t it just yesterday that I was fighting with you about homework? Weren’t we yelling about curfews, parties, clothing and if you could take the car or not?


Wasn’t it just yesterday that you piled ALL your Christmas presents on the kitchen table and insisted we return ALL of them?  Didn’t I just uby you some Polly Pockets? And I am pretty sure it was just last night that I found the naked Barbie Doll in the refrigerator. I know we have been through a lifetime since then, but come on. It feels like yesterday.  


Only it isn’t.


And now, here we are.


You’re 29 years old, on the verge of being very, very adulty.  You live as far across the country as you can get (Seattle, people)   working for the government providing nutritional advice and care for the less fortunate at the WIC program. ( of course your nutritional advice for me is no chips.  hmmm.) You also work another job on occasional weekends, just because that’s who you are.  You have developed a hard work ethic that I applaud every single day.


We have a nice mother/daughter routine where we talk everyday after work. Sure, I don’t always have anything NEW to report, but just hearing your voice settles my heart.  Of course if you would accept my Facetime calls it might be even more fun, but that’s another story.


Then, I got the call.  


Not the call all parents fear, but the call that certainly does shake a parent to the core.  It was the call from the prince who has been a part of Bitchy’s life since she was 16. I looked at the phone as it rang and was very frightened.  “Oh, no!!” I thought.


It rang again as I continued to look at the name, and thought, “oh,  oh, oh…….OH!!!”


“Hello?” I said hesitantly.


I listened as he spoke.  He started with some very kind words, and then got to the point.


“Your daughter has made it perfectly clear for many years that if I ever wanted to ask her to marry me, that I would need your permission.  And so now, I am asking your permission.”


Omg.   


Omg.


Omg.


I cried (just a LITTLE BIT) and I gave permission.  I let him know how proud I was that he was going to be my son-in-law. Then, he asked me something more.  “Please don’t say anything to anyone.”


Holy COW THAT WAS HARD!!!!!!!


Now that the deed is done and the calls have been made, I can speak.


BITCHY IS GETTING MARRIED!!!


Buckle up, everyone.  This is going to be a crazy, crazy year!!


Now, if only I can convince her to use the #BitchysBethrothed hashtag, then all will be golden.


 

5 comments:

MartyGirl said...

The Prince’s family is equally excited. We feel like she is already our daughter...family. ❤️

Deborah Patrick said...

That prince- I adore him. And you all!

Gigi said...

OMG - that IS big news!!! Congratulations to you all.

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ChiTown Girl said...

Holy Mother of Pearl!!!! How is Bitchy even old enough to be getting married?!?!?!?!

Boy, we sure have a lot of catching up to do. It's almost like I've been absent from the Blogosphere for, like, 5 years or something. :P

xoxox