a few weeks ago when fk talked to his parents, his mom wanted to know if i was around because she wanted to talk to me…she had some questions for me.
“what kind?” i asked, thoughts filling my mind of possible questions that might be posed to me by my future mother-in-law.
it’s taken these past few weeks to finally get in touch with fk’s parents–and i thought a 2 hour time difference made it difficult to communicate, try a 13 hour one–so i’ve had plenty of time to ponder the possibilities and my own replies.
last night, or mid-day depending on which end of the receiver you were on, i found out what questions.
“jennifer, i want to have an outfit made for you to wear after you change out of your wedding dress. what color do you prefer?”
my nervousness all for naught as she wanted to do something very special for me…and just had some questions since we have not yet met.
questions about color, size, height, preference.
questions about how plans were coming,
about how my family was doing,
about how i was.
questions i was not expecting,
questions i did not anticipate,
nor questions that i had an immediate answer for…
questions completely different from the ones i had imagined.
to me these simply weren’t questions, but statements behind the questions…
statements that i care.
statements that i want to be a part.
statements that i want to be involved.
statements that i want to do something.
statements that i want to get to know you.
statements that i want to please you.
statements that i want to give.
statements that i will cherish…
hopefully the first of many more to come.