Memoir: Engaged

Now here we are, living together (in sin, oooooo!) in Tod’s ratty old apartment. How did we go from that to married?

Engaged
We never really proposed to each other. We had lived together from the time I finished up my degree, and simply slipped into the idea that we’d be getting married. No questions asked. We broke it to our parents in the summer, eight or nine months after we’d met.

We visited my parents across state for the weekend and on Sunday morning after breakfast, I stopped my mother from clearing away the dishes. “Hold on a minute, I want to tell you all something.” My parents and sister looked at me with curiosity. “Tod & I are going to get married.” There was not a lot of fuss or surprise. Some quiet congratulations, a few questions as the dishes were carried out to the kitchen. It was oddly low key.

Then we told Tod’s parents. Low key it was not. After dinner with the family, Tod worked up the courage to blurt it out. ‘My BAAAABY!” was Jean’s response, rushing towards him protectively. She cried. I blushed. Oh, my. Thereafter it was referred to as “dropping the bomb on the family.”

Looking back, I get the feeling that nobody was particularly thrilled about this decision. But it didn’t really matter. Tod & I were happy together. If the families were taking secret bets on how long we’d last, I wish I’d gotten in on it…

Posted by kuri at January 31, 2006 10:34 AM