Since it’s a holiday week here in the US, I thought I’d take a break from the DIY posting to deviate to a new topic for a little bit. (I’d like to apologize to the non-US bees in advance, sorry that it’s holiday related!)
Thanksgiving. I would have to say that Thanksgiving is probably one of, if not my favorite, holiday. After all, it combines some of my favorite things on the whole world: good food, great people, and highly discounted shopping.
The first picture that PBear and I ever took together was during our Thanksgiving dinner five years ago. (Gosh we look so young—we had just started dating and PBear was nicely pretending to understand my orgo homework.)
Each year, around this time of year, I think about the things I’m thankful for and I reminisce at how much has changed in the last year. And last year’s Thanksgiving was kind of a special holiday. It was going to be the first time that PBear’s and my parents were going to meet. I guess one of the (dis?)advantages of meeting your significant others in college is that you don’t have to meet the parents for a while and your parents definitely don’t meet each other for longer than that.
|Photo by: Braedon Flynn Photography on Grey Likes Weddings via Lover.ly|
Thus, after we got engaged, our parents thought it was about time to get everyone together, but we didn’t really have an opportunity until Thanksgiving.
I guess this is one of those meetings that I wanted so desperately wanted to go well. I love my parents and I love PBear’s parents, and I really, really, really wanted them to like each other. With my overly psychotic imagination, I started imagining worst case scenarios. I kept imagining something like Meet the Fockers, where not only they would hate each other, but it would be super awkward and hilarious (to everyone else). After all, spending three days in the same house over a holiday is a bit of an intense meeting for the first time.
Thus, it was with mild trepidation that I opened the door when my parents drove up to PBear’s house. But honestly, I really didn’t have anything to worry about. The second they met, they started talking like they were old friends…and then they didn’t stop talking for three days straight.
Our dads played many enthusiastic games of foosball while talking about whatever dads talk about, our moms hung out while talking about whatever moms talk about, and all the while, my sister, PBear and I hid and played video games. And at some point, a group of us went wedding dress shopping (another post!).
Even though I was initially very hesitant about them meeting before the wedding, I’m really glad that they did. It was nice knowing that while we had different cultural upbringings, we are all similar in other ways. It was an amazing feeling having our parents all there together supporting us. All and all, it was a really lovely and quiet Thanksgiving, with lots of good food and lots of bonding. It helped to solidify the whole wow-we’re-really-doing-this-whole-getting-married-thing feeling.
How did everyone else’s parents finally meet? Did you do the extended vacation like we did? Did it go smoothly or was it as crazy as it is often portrayed in the movies?