Inquisitiveness
This is just my official way of claiming that I Knew.
We have been talking about The Question for quite some time now (let’s be honest, since we first started dating. Sometimes you just know). But lately there has been serious talk of The Question. I mean serious talk. The most serious being the decision of when (2008 because, well, we like even numbers). And the taking of the Preparation for a Christian Marriage class together. And the renewed commitment discussion we had on New Years (including something I’m very excited about but won’t tell you. Ha!).
Well, Matthew’s parents came down for a visit this weekend. We went out to eat at P.F. Chang’s on Friday night (though it seemed more like Sunday morning before we were seated). Saturday morning his dad met us for breakfast along with the basketball team before their Saturday game (at, where else, Cracker Barrel). We had a good time, chit chatted with parents, the team trainer, and the girl’s coach. Matthew and I had further discussions about The Question in the car afterward.
It is well-known that Matthew’s parents and I get along swimmingly and that they like me very much. So I’m always included in discussions and talks, up until goodbyes are said. They decided to go home after the game (Mrs. Holmes isn’t feeling well), so after the game I assumed I would chat with them and walk them to their car. Instead, Matthew asked if he could meet me back at home so he could talk with his parents. And I think I know what he wanted to talk about.
I asked him about it later, in my coy feminine way, and, of course, ran him into a corner so he had to plead the Fifth. I think we all know what that means.
And I know this: I don’t care when (assuming it’s before say, 2030 so we can still have kids). And I don’t care how. And that’s how I know it’s going to happen.
