He's the first boyfriend to ever meet my extended family. Before this, I've never had this long of a commitment, enough to think that I should really bring them for a celebration. Jonney and I have now been together for almost seven months. We both agree that this seems outrageous. July feels like it was last month. And when I think of what we've done together, it's even more silly. We watch movies and play guitar. We're best friends who go to dinner. We're best friends who kiss a lot. We're best friends... with benefits?
It's been seven months, and today he'll go and meet the larger portion of my family. He'll join the ranks of my father and uncle, my grandfather and great-uncle, being asked to return for other gatherings and, later, asked to replace the screen doors, or to help sort out the compost heap by the tomatoes.
It actually warmed my heart to hear my mother group Jonney with the other male spouses. I fell into a coma and saw into a fantastic future, where Jonney would be expected to accompany me, and my grandma would ask, "Is Jonney at work?" when he didn't. Today, this fantastic future begins. I'm nervous as all Hell nonetheless, but at least if the situation turns sour, I have an escape plan in Jonney's big red Jeep.
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