Tuesday, May 17, 2005

I wanted to check with Beau before I posted this. He gave the green light.

It sort of started on Mother’s Day. The lunch conversation was about general things and then Mom asked Beau, “So, Beau, what’s your favorite kind of vacation destination?” Inwardly I was chuckling, thinking that she was angling for possible honeymoon ideas. Turns out I was not the only one wondering about that because later that afternoon he asked if that was what she was asking. And then ECD asked if that was what she was asking. I asked her about that on Sunday and Dad laughed and said he thought that was what she was asking, too. Hilarious. She insists it was not.

Then this past Sunday Mom, Dad, and I were at lunch and Dad and I are sitting in the booth while Mom is in the restroom.

DAD: So...is it serious?

ME: Yep, it’s serious.

And I thought that would be the extent of it. But no…

We’re eating a little later (this is a rough paraphrase of the general conversation - at this point most of the specifics are gone from my memory):

MOM: I was thinking that New Year’s Eve Eve would be a good date.

ME: A good date for what?

MOM: Your wedding.

*sigh*

ME: I’m not getting married in 2005.

DAD: But think about the tax break you guys would get for the year by getting married on December 30.

ME: I’m not getting married in 2005.

MOM: That’s a Friday and an evening wedding would be really nice. People would be able to come because of the Christmas holidays, but it wouldn’t interfere with Christmas or Mare-Bear’s wedding.

*See, Mare, Mom’s got your back!*

MOM: And Jaynee could wear the bridesmaid dress from Mare’s wedding.

ME: I’m not getting married in 2005.

That’s not to say that wedding details weren’t discussed. I’m a chick and I have had my dream wedding planned in my head for years, although the longer I remained single the dream became some distant fantasy. I said that a spring wedding would be nice. One of the things we talked about was the new church building - the pros and cons (the main con being the modernity of it and the color scheme of the carpet and wood and the layout of the auditorium). I kidded that maybe the bridesmaids dresses could be navy blue and Mom said, “And you could use white poinsettias.”

ME: Wait, you’re still on December?

To which my Dad belly laughed.

I am not planning to get married in 2005.

I have this horrible (and equally wonderful) feeling that I may just eat those words.

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