Sunday, March 29, 2009
My niece is getting married next week. I know...big deal, happens all the time. For me, this is a milestone. A milestone that I can't believe is already here.
Most people don't know that there are 6 kids in my family. I am the youngest by far. I was a big surprise for my parents back in the fall of 1968. They had kids in high school and junior high already. I'm sure a another baby was the last thing on their "To Do" list. Because of the age difference, there was a set of grandchildren that were born when I was still a child myself. They are grown up and married now.
Sarah is different. She is the first of the "second round" of grandchildren to marry. She was the first to be born when I was an adult. (If you call 19 years old an adult.) Can she really be approaching 22 years old and getting married?
Sarah is a favorite of mine. She has always marched to the beat of a different drummer, probably a drummer with several body piercings and a shady past. She embraced the "goth" lifestyle with reckless abandon. She even had a school picture taken with a black, leather spiked collar. She lists some of her favorite bands as Murderdolls, Cradle of Filth and Peppermint Creeps. She's not ashamed and I love that about her. If only I had a dime for each time her old-fashioned grandmother said, "Are you going to let her go out of the house looking like THAT?"
Sarah has grown out of that phase now. She has turned into a beautiful young woman. She is engaged to Jarrod, an engineering student with a heart of gold.
So I guess I'm on to the next phase of my life. It's official. I'm a Grown Up. There will always be that kid in me who refuses to "get old" even though I'm getting older. I think Sarah will be the same way. She has a little surprise under her beautiful wedding gown: a custom-made black garter featuring Jack Skellington from "The Nightmare Before Christmas". That makes me smile.