So, this weekend, I finally brought my guy to meet the home folks.
You know who the home folks are. Those church/family folks. Those people who watched you grow up and whose kids you watched grow up. Those people who love you like their own and want to be in the know. The people who comfort and annoy you. Who laugh when you laugh, cry when you cry, and threaten to "come after" your significant other if he doesn't treat you right.
He held up quite all right. Even wore his graduation gift tie on Sunday and made his future mother-in-law smile from ear to ear. He passed the best friend test with flying colors over dinner. He fell in love with the park I've loved for years. He's the last boy I'll ever bring there, that's for sure.
Here's the poem he wrote for me and recited for me when he proposed. He later sent it to me, and I like to read over it, hearing his voice in my mind as I do:
Every morning when I count my blessings, I thank God that I can add you to the list
I thank God for His perfect plan to bring us together, for His perfect knowledge to know that we belong
together. I can’t wait to share my life with you
You have brought so much joy and happiness and purpose into my life, it’s hard to explain
It’s hard to explain how you fit, how you fit into all my days, how you fit
into my life how your heart sings perfect harmonies with mine, how we think the same thoughts at the exact same time
How we smile and laugh together, how I kiss your hand, sometimes it’s the simplest things
That give me the most gratitude, that give me the most joy
Everything that we share together, I cherish
I look forward to walking with you throughout this life, through our ups and downs I will be with you
To know that you’re not alone to know that I’m not alone, what a wonderful feeling
What a feeling of peace
I have never felt this free
Chantell Irene Smith,
Will you marry me?
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