I have so many future blog posts swirling in my head. Getting back to work. Laura and Gavin sharing a room. Our transition from exclusive breastfeeing to almost-exclusive formula. My pride in Laura being a nice kid. My fear of one day having to read certain books with my children. These are all important posts, for another day.
Earlier this week, my brother-in-law announced his intentions to propose to his girlfriend of three months.
I am shocked and gasping and reeling at the quickness of it. Three months! They met online! We haven't even met her! He is rushing in so fast!
I want to be horrified. Part of me is a little horrified - he has rushed into so many things so many times, only to fail. But there is another part of me that wants so badly for my brother-in-law to be happy. To finally have a good outcome. To maybe grow up a little bit. Three months isn't all that short a time is it? For two 33 year olds to know their minds? At nineteen, didn't I know for a fact that I would marry Nate, even though we'd only "dated" for three months? Sure, we waited a few more years to get married. But our feelings toward each other and our future together never wavered.
So why not? Why not propose to a girl with similar values, hopes and dreams when you are 33 and anxious to get started on family? Why not propose to a girl equally excited for a future with kids and pets? Why not be hopeful for something good, after so much bad?
So to my dear brother-in-law, here is a wish and a prayer that this time you are right. That this girl is your "one." I wish you the best. I support you, and hope I can meet this girl soon! Best wishes to the bride-to-be, and congrats to the groom... But please also know that inside my head is spinning. WOAH.
Pouring my heart out