A modest mouse proposal
Tonight boyfriend showed me pictures he took (this week at the jeweler) of the diamond he's buying and the band it shall come on. Hot damn, I'm sort of an adult! The ring is modeled from the 17th century, it's a solitaire, the diamond is a round one carat and is crystal clear, so he says. And the ring is really unique yet traditional--no bullshit decor. We both like it; it's a compromise of our separate tastes and thus I feel a great symbol of the initiation of a life together. I'm excited for its arrival and for this stage of us. It is so surreal to be this close to engagement and it makes me so pleased that all is right in my world and with the boy I love. I'm so ecstatic, even if it's only a temporary high.
My mom and his parents met this weekend for the first time and have spent a lot of time together basking in their mutual adoration of our seven year friendship/relationship. His mom even cried a little in the theoretical promise of me being her "daughter." Very straightforward and genuine, and very strange for my implied-yet-unspokenly-loving family. The parents embarked into such intense conversations, from which Paul and I tactically removed ourselves to engage in comedic banter instead. It was like sitting at the "kids table" when the adults were discussing serious-yet-important conversations that are relevant to you, but at the time you don't want to acknowledge due to the sheer seriousness of the topic.
A strange night for otherwise introverted, independent Lesley. Older people don't characteristically make a fuss over me. They just assume I'm gothic and apathetic, but that I will one day--not now--make something of myself. Not make all these places in their hearts and families and friends for me, like these people. It's such a nice feeling to be loved and wanted by the boy's family, but it's so strange given how reserved I am.
Otherwise,
I'm beginning to realize how marriages are way more political than I ever could have foreseen. The wedding is not for you; it's for the families. That's going to be an interesting experience where, as the bride, I get to employ the utmost diplomacy-not romanticism.
This week has been more for the parents than for me. I like all of them. They all really like each other (despite my mom's big mouth and her side remarks about how awkward it is that they are so initially embracing of her). I love boyfriend. I'm sure I'll love the ring when I see it in person (when will this be???). Weird, weird weird. No, great, just unexperienced.
What a fantastic sitcom this weekend, me and my coming-to-terms-with-things mentality and the next few weeks would make.
But I am so, so excited!
Thus spake our modest narrator.
My mom and his parents met this weekend for the first time and have spent a lot of time together basking in their mutual adoration of our seven year friendship/relationship. His mom even cried a little in the theoretical promise of me being her "daughter." Very straightforward and genuine, and very strange for my implied-yet-unspokenly-loving family. The parents embarked into such intense conversations, from which Paul and I tactically removed ourselves to engage in comedic banter instead. It was like sitting at the "kids table" when the adults were discussing serious-yet-important conversations that are relevant to you, but at the time you don't want to acknowledge due to the sheer seriousness of the topic.
A strange night for otherwise introverted, independent Lesley. Older people don't characteristically make a fuss over me. They just assume I'm gothic and apathetic, but that I will one day--not now--make something of myself. Not make all these places in their hearts and families and friends for me, like these people. It's such a nice feeling to be loved and wanted by the boy's family, but it's so strange given how reserved I am.
Otherwise,
I'm beginning to realize how marriages are way more political than I ever could have foreseen. The wedding is not for you; it's for the families. That's going to be an interesting experience where, as the bride, I get to employ the utmost diplomacy-not romanticism.
This week has been more for the parents than for me. I like all of them. They all really like each other (despite my mom's big mouth and her side remarks about how awkward it is that they are so initially embracing of her). I love boyfriend. I'm sure I'll love the ring when I see it in person (when will this be???). Weird, weird weird. No, great, just unexperienced.
What a fantastic sitcom this weekend, me and my coming-to-terms-with-things mentality and the next few weeks would make.
But I am so, so excited!
Thus spake our modest narrator.