Okay, so that went well.
Just in case anyone was wondering.
The parentals...took things in their stride.
They're wonderful. I can't wait for them to meet Krissa, and vice versa.
There are a couple of conversations I can imagine happening this weekend. I have to talk to my sister Jemma, who is currently in Paris with her boyfriend for her 21st Birthday, about things, and I think there may be one of those moments that you can't put down in words afterwards without people asking if it is fiction or not...I won't give it away, but I'll tell you if it happens...
The other conversation happens...later tonight. Around a broad round wooden table, next to luscious palm fronds on thin wooden boarded floors under slowly, lazily spinning mahogany ceiling fans, and over a couple of cool refined lagers. I think I know the script for that one too, but again; you'll get the details as and when.
I want to say more. I want to lay the steps to this delicate dance at your feet so you can see what it is like to spin through them...but the band is playing...
i so know what you mean about life imitating fiction. i was telling the tribe the other day that if our lives were a tv show, i would have just stopped watching because it has become so wholly unbelievable.
and yet, it's all actually happening. hm!
Yes...we've all jumped the shark...and then grown wings and flown off to Never-neverland, where we find an old lottery ticket that means that after all that, we were rich all along, but we're better people for it.
(Group hug, tearful fade out, theme music, credits)
Oh Stuart, you tease.
(I'm glad it's gone well so far)