Our oldest daughter, Lizzie, who is 24 years old, walked in the other night and announced that she and her boyfriend, Janson, had just gotten engaged! We had a feeling this was coming. (Janson had already told us both that he loved our daughter and was not going anywhere.) And yet, now that it has, I’m finding myself a little floored by the news. I’ve been hearing voices in my head: “She’s too young!” “Do they know what they’re doing?” “I’m too young for this!” I feel as if I’ve aged overnight—and I’m not quite ready!
It’s not that I’m not happy about the news—or that we think it’s happening too fast. Lizzie met Janson last summer, and he’s a wonderful guy—with a great sense of humor—who has found his way easily right into our hearts. She met him through a friend of hers—at a time when she was not expecting to meet anyone. Isn’t that how it always happens? And they hit it off instantly. He seems perfect for Liz: their temperaments are compatible; they love each other; they share many of the same values. What more could we ask for?
It’s just that, once all this happened—and after I’d come down from the cloud of excitement—I realized that maybe I wasn’t prepared for our baby girl to be taking this next step. First of all, it seems impossible that she could be old enough. After all, just a minute ago, she was only four years old! I keep thinking of “Fiddler on the Roof” and Tevye’s song: “Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don’t remember growing older. When did they?” How in the world did she get to be 24 so quickly? And how in the universe could I be old enough to have a daughter old enough to get married?
How quickly these big, momentous things happen! I guess that’s the terrifying thing: life is always faster-moving and less predictable than you think it is when you’re stuck down in the weeds, dealing with the day-to-day mess. In any case, it’s great. They are great! And I’m going to have a share a picture of the cute couple, so people can see how darling they are!
I’m sure I’ll get used to this soon. I know one thing: no matter how long it takes me, I’ll adjust sooner than Tom (my husband), who has been laid flat out on the floor!!