Wedding Bell Blues

Not my wedding bells, obviously. I've got the blues about them, though.

Yesterday, Tiffany called and asked me, "If I get married, do you guys want to be here for it?" Well, of course, the answer is yes. It's not as simple as it seems, for many reasons, though. For starters, because she already IS married.

In the process of talking about things, I told her she was a smartass or something like that. She told me, "It takes one to spawn one!" I thought that was funny. I think sometimes we both conveniently "forget" that I didn't actually "spawn" her, anyway. I'm not much older than she is, but then again, I've helped raise other peoples' kids since I was about ten, anyway....It's nice to have such a close connection with my daughters. I hear all the horror stories (and LIVE one) about step-parents and their step-children. Like my step-father. He hates me, and I'm none too fond of him. I respect him for who and what he is, but I don't really like him. He doesn't even respect me...much, anyway. I keep hoping time will change that, but it's already been 16 years.

I'm one of the luckiest step-parents in the world. Tiffany and Elisabeth accepted me right off the bat, and I treasure our beautiful, wonderful, willful, obnoxious, perfect daughters.

Yes, I want to be there if you get married, sweetheart. I want to say, "Her mother and I do.", the way that Dads typically do.

Most of all, I want you to be happy. And I hope the man you marry next will make you happy. That's why the blues. Just a touch of fear.