Fiancée….a new word in the vocabulary. It slides around on the tongue like a creamy latte. A very sweet word, like chocolate, you can say fiancée and only good thoughts materialize, especially when the word implies someone special.
Fiancée is not a title I’ve ever worn. For both marriages, there was casual talk of marriage, a ring materialized in a lack luster way, “So you know I have it, so here” and off to the vows so quickly that I didn’t have the time to advertise my new found status. Obviously I was a catch; they purposely left little chance for a decline.
After the recent engagement of my son, this new found word is flying around like a flock of song birds. My son the fiancé, is going to marry Ashley, the fiancée. I like the sound of it. I like what it represents. I’ll be beaming over these F words right up to the time when he marries, when the "F" word will be traded up for “husband”. Then a whole new set of words will emerge like daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, which I might add will not come with any negative connotations. I won’t be one of those clinging mothers of the groom that are asked to wear beige and keep quiet. I will be helpful and supportive, bursting at the buttons with pride. Yup, I’m going to break the mold and destroy the stigma this word entails which will invariably put comedians will be out of work as their material dries up. I can’t see any negatives in this relationship and even if I did, they are none of my business. This is one mother who knows how to keep her nose out of her son’s life unless she’s asked to stick it in and then I’d sniff lightly. He’s a big boy and I’m far too busy running my own life, leaving little time for meddling.
There are few monuments on the road of life. Births, birthdays and weddings. These are the majors interspersed with the various holidays like Christmas and New Year’s. We look forward to these special occasions to break up all the flat line living in between. Some mix it up by taking exotic vacations, but really the wedding is probably the most exciting, the most dreamed of, celebrated experience of a person’s life.
It’s a transition from single to a couple; the merger of two people who love one another and want to spend the rest of their lives together, till death do they part. It comes without an instruction manual and each marriage is unique. The happy couple chips away at building their life together as the years slip slowly by and there are rewards for a successful union; the anniversary. The birthday of the wedding and it comes with a list of gifts that coordinate with the length of the marriage. The longer you hang in, the better the gift.
Sixty years of marriage yields a diamond. Personally, with only 23 years in on this second try, I wonder if I’ll ever make it to the diamond. The crow in me wants the rock but I’d have to see 93 and then have to be able to see, literally, to enjoy the ring or necklace, whatever form the diamond is presented in. That’s an awfully long time to wait for a piece of pressurized carbon and what if I outlive current hubby, I'll be cheated. I won't be able to start over and put in enough time on a third run. Maybe there should be a rule where you can combine all marriages together, you’ve done the time and it’s basically all the same stuff, only the spouse changes. Stick the last one with the bill, make it all about the destination, not how you got there!
Fiancée is not a title I’ve ever worn. For both marriages, there was casual talk of marriage, a ring materialized in a lack luster way, “So you know I have it, so here” and off to the vows so quickly that I didn’t have the time to advertise my new found status. Obviously I was a catch; they purposely left little chance for a decline.
After the recent engagement of my son, this new found word is flying around like a flock of song birds. My son the fiancé, is going to marry Ashley, the fiancée. I like the sound of it. I like what it represents. I’ll be beaming over these F words right up to the time when he marries, when the "F" word will be traded up for “husband”. Then a whole new set of words will emerge like daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, which I might add will not come with any negative connotations. I won’t be one of those clinging mothers of the groom that are asked to wear beige and keep quiet. I will be helpful and supportive, bursting at the buttons with pride. Yup, I’m going to break the mold and destroy the stigma this word entails which will invariably put comedians will be out of work as their material dries up. I can’t see any negatives in this relationship and even if I did, they are none of my business. This is one mother who knows how to keep her nose out of her son’s life unless she’s asked to stick it in and then I’d sniff lightly. He’s a big boy and I’m far too busy running my own life, leaving little time for meddling.
There are few monuments on the road of life. Births, birthdays and weddings. These are the majors interspersed with the various holidays like Christmas and New Year’s. We look forward to these special occasions to break up all the flat line living in between. Some mix it up by taking exotic vacations, but really the wedding is probably the most exciting, the most dreamed of, celebrated experience of a person’s life.
It’s a transition from single to a couple; the merger of two people who love one another and want to spend the rest of their lives together, till death do they part. It comes without an instruction manual and each marriage is unique. The happy couple chips away at building their life together as the years slip slowly by and there are rewards for a successful union; the anniversary. The birthday of the wedding and it comes with a list of gifts that coordinate with the length of the marriage. The longer you hang in, the better the gift.
Sixty years of marriage yields a diamond. Personally, with only 23 years in on this second try, I wonder if I’ll ever make it to the diamond. The crow in me wants the rock but I’d have to see 93 and then have to be able to see, literally, to enjoy the ring or necklace, whatever form the diamond is presented in. That’s an awfully long time to wait for a piece of pressurized carbon and what if I outlive current hubby, I'll be cheated. I won't be able to start over and put in enough time on a third run. Maybe there should be a rule where you can combine all marriages together, you’ve done the time and it’s basically all the same stuff, only the spouse changes. Stick the last one with the bill, make it all about the destination, not how you got there!
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