On December 23rd, sometime between Noon and 1 p.m., I officially became a future mother-in-law.
That's what happened when this boy:
decided to go to beautiful St. Augustine
with this girl:
We already knew what he had planned, so we weren't surprised when we got a text saying, "I'm engaged!"
I texted back congratulations, and then just to clarify I asked, "Is Kylee engaged too?"
Happily, she was. And they are.
And that means I'm a future mother-in-law. So far Kylee and I are getting along fine, and I'm really enjoying getting to know her better. If she's not enjoying getting to know me, she's keeping it to herself for now.
I did feel it best to lay some things out right from the start. So I told her that I promised to never make fun or criticize her housekeeping, mothering or cooking skills--as long as she never criticized mine.
I also told her that if I was ever at her house and I loaded a dish in the dishwasher, put a load of clothes in the dryer, or swept the floor, I did it out of a sincere desire to help, and not out of any mistaken desire to "set things right" or "show her how it's done".
Then I told her she could feel free to do dishes or laundry at my place any time as well.
It's always best to spell out the boundaries right from the start, I think.
We had one other conversation that's made me think we will get along well. We discussed dream cars. Mine is a Hummer. Hers is a Range Rover. Yeah, I think we'll get along fine.
Unless she gets her dream car before I get mine. : )
Congratulations, you two, and welcome to the family, Kylee!
