I won’t bore you with all the details, but a zillion phone calls and emails later, and most of the plans for the upcoming nuptials have been ironed out. I do envy MOB’s (Mother of the Bride) that live near their daughters. Long distance planning is a chore, but it can be done.
Then there was the other phone call. This one from daughter number two who I’m happy to report has found a job – post Master’s degree. From the beginning, this one has been hell-bent on making me old before my time. This is not a complaint. She’s a pure joy to be around, and life is never dull with her in your life. Her career choices over the years have spanned the range of every dangerous profession out there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when she took a job as a police officer. Yep. See the gray hairs?
I weathered the phone call telling me she got the job. I even held it together when she detailed the extensive training she would go through at the police academy. The phone call that got me – the one I never expected to get from one of my daughters went something like this.
DD#2 –“Mom! I’m being fitted for my bulletproof vest tomorrow!”
Me – “Oh lord!”
By the time this blog posts I will have attended DD#2’s graduation from the police academy, purchased her graduation present (a small Glock for her personal use), bought DD#1 a wedding gown and been to a fitting for said gown. At least I wasn’t invited to the fitting for the vest. I don’t think I could have handled that.
That’s how my summer has been. How about yours?
About the Author:
Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”
Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a twelve-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.
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