The Epic Dinner with the Parents....

Tonight was a big night, the night I met Alex's parents. We have been dating for 3 1/2 months now, and things are starting to get serious, and the "m" word is being thrown around. Can you guess what the "m" word is? Anyways.

Tonight, I met the Waltons. And, I don't mean the television show family, although to humor the coincidence, I put a picture of the Waltons up. Aren't I funny? (Please tell me you can hear the sarcasm dripping from that?)

I was incredibly nervous. To start things off, they were late. Seriously late. And I am a nazi when it comes to being on time. So I was basically freaking out. Luckily for me, 3 of my friends came over to chill me out. Just the presence of Matthew, Nate, and Liz made me feel so much better.

So, finally Alex shows up. I am about to vomit on his shoes. He addresses my attire, complimenting me and telling me I look beautiful. He definitely got some boyfriend points there. We prepped for a few minutes. And by "prepped" I mean he told me over and over that it would be alright and that they would love me. More points for him. He is a wonderful beau. [:

I walk out to the parking lot, and his father steps out of the vehicle to greet me. "You must be Candace? It is so nice to meet you." Of course, I have to scan him to see what he is like. He is a taller man, with a very broad build. He has sandy shaded hair that is colored with age. He looks like a man of stature, someone whom you should respect. I shake his hand and give him a warm, and sincere, smile. He has a nice shake. Good grip, but still tender because it is a ladies hand he is shaking. We chat briefly, and then I get into the vehicle. In thus said vehicle is his mother and his nephew. First, the nephew.

I am sure most of you have made the assumption that the kid in the picture to the right is the nephew, and if you have made that assumption then you are correct. His name is Aiden and he is 2 years old. He was a bit sleepy when I first got in, but I feel like he warmed up to me. He sure did love the chips and salsa at El Zarape. He kept saying about his milk, "It makes my tummy coooolllldddd." It was so darn adorable. I kind of wanted to keep him. He was so darn well-mannered. He minded his own, didn't talk too much, never threw any tantrums. For a 2 year old, I feel like he defys the stereotype of the Terrible Two's. He made me miss my younger brother dearly, but just being in his presence definitely warmed my heart. He has been raised well, and it seems as though he really appreciates his grandparents. He didn't talk to me all too much, but he did stare and smile at me alot. I feel like this is probably a good sign.

Now, on to Jeanie (the mother). Boy, does this women know how to ask some questions! After her little grilling session, she would probably be able to write a novel about me! But, all jokes aside, she was a wonderful woman. I could tell that she genuinley cared about Alex, especially since he is her baby. I know she wants him to be with the right girl, and I honestly respect that. All I want her to see though is how much I truly love him. I don't know how she felt about me, but I was 100% honest and open about myself. I didn't say anything to impress her, I didn't lie or stretch the truth about what was going on. I admitted that I have seen some tough times, but also said that I would not trade my life for anything and I am more than pleased with where I am right now. During the questions, I made small talk with his father, and I found myself growing fond of him. He is a simple man (and I do not say that in a belittling way) who really seems to appreciate a lot of things. We talked about him sailing, a little bit about politics, and just random things about where I was from and Cincinnati. He was very kind and gentle, and I can see why he would be such a respectable man.

Then, was the tough part. Really saying goodbye. And his parents were right there. I promised myself that I would NOT cry in front of his parents, and I surprisingly held myself together. Actually, thinking about it, I have yet to cry about it. I almost did in Subway, but I pulled myself together and told myself that I will see him soon enough, and that I really have nothing to worry about. I know that people have gone much longer without seeing their loved ones, so I have no right to complain. I just know that it will be hard. I have been spoiled by his touch, by his love, by his heart. Whenever he smiles at me and says, "You know, you really are the perfect girl for me" it just makes me feel so incredible. And, I think I almost died the other night, because he said the cutest/funniest thing ever. I made a comment about how he has become a much better kisser since I have known him (which has been for almost a year now), and he said something like, "I try." And then he went on to say (paraphrased), " I am getting much better as I grow. I can just imagine, by the time you are 90, I will take your breath away. I will kiss you and you will be like *cough cough* because of my kiss. Then I will step back and realize I am actually stepping on your air tank."

It is little things like that that make me love him. haha. And, I can totally make it for these few weeks. I have a feeling this will be one of my only sappy blogs, so don't get used to it. I am not a huge fan of being a sapster, so I apologize if anyone is annoyed by it.

Thanks for tuning in this week. And if you're reading this Alex, I love you. [=

Peace, Love, and Chimichangas,
Candace Maria [: