Crossing My Fingers

Wednesday will be a big day for me.

Besides being a much needed day off (hurray!), besides being the day that my girlfriend finally gets new contacts (hurray!), besides having tickets to the Jazz game (hurray!), Wednesday is the day that I meet my girlfriend's mom and step-dad.

We're all going to the Jazz game because my girlfriend's niece is in dance and is performing before the game. Pretty much the whole family will be there, so I will also meet the only brother I haven't been introduced to yet. Since there are four brothers, I'm not super worried about that. According to my girlfriend, I've already met the brothers who are difficult.

The mom however...well, that's a different story completely.

Nervous.
Anxious.
Hopeful.
Excited.
And more nervous.

That's pretty much how it goes.

My girlfriend and I have been dating for almost 8 months. In that time, there have only been two days where we haven't seen each other. We have yet to have an argument. And even though she's my first girlfriend, I would be completely happy if she was my last. We're both of the mindset that we're meant to be with each other. That being said, meeting the Mom is just another step towards spending our lives together.

I've heard that she's really an awesome person. She has five kids, two of which are gay, and she loves them unconditionally. She still manages to be a faithful and active member of the LDS Church. The oldest brother has already said good things about me to their mom, and my girlfriend mentioned that her mom wants to meet me.

All things that I'm sure I'll be clinging to before the game on Wednesday.

Of course, I don't know when my girlfriend will meet my parents. Actually, I don't know IF my girlfriend will meet my parents. And I think that's where my little piece of excitement comes into play, because I know it would mean a lot to have a parental figure accept the relationship my girlfriend and I have.

I am grateful that our first meeting will be at the Jazz game where there will be plenty of distractions, as opposed to a dinner where you're more on the spot. The fact that the Mom and I are both die-hard Jazz fans certainly doesn't hurt either. Go Jazz! :)

So I'm crossing my fingers and holding my breath and really hoping that our first meeting goes well.

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