I haven’t shared much about my daughter’s wedding because there isn’t much to share. She and her sweetheart were married in San Antonio while he was in Air Force Tech School. It was a very small affair, with only a few of his classmates in attendance. There will be a traditional ceremony eventually, perhaps on their first anniversary, when both families will gather to celebrate their union. Hopefully, by then her parents will be in a better financial position to fund the occasion.
She stayed about a month in San Antonio, then returned home for the remainder of the summer to wait for him. They left in September for Great Falls, Montana where he will be stationed for the next few years.
She calls me nearly every day to talk about everything and nothing. I hear all about their trips to state parks, trips to the video store, furniture shopping, their dinner menu, and both sides of their petty arguments and major disagreements. Apparently, her husband trusts me to be unbiased, because he’ll have her call me to help settle a dispute. Not that they fight a lot. Usually, it’s a minor difference of opinion that gets blown out of proportion.
In one particular instance, she didn’t share with me what they weren’t seeing eye-to-eye on, just that she happened to be proven right. She said she told him, “Baby, when I say something and it sounds like I know what I’m talking about, you need to listen.”
Wise words indeed.