Tonight I met the parents of the gentleman I’ve been dating for the past couple months. We had a nice dinner and it turned out a lot better than I thought it would. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I’m pretty sure I shook his father’s hand with my sweaty palm. However, we all swapped childhood memories, had many laughs, and shared some common interests. I thought it would be awkward considering I went to school with his younger sister, but we ended up getting along swimmingly. They had a beautiful home-I mostly say this because of the pull down television in their kitchen. And by the end of the night we hugged and kissed cheeks good-bye. I feel like that’s a good sign.

I should probably hold my tongue until I hear what they thought of me.

to all mothers-future, past and present.