UnclePosted: January 9, 2013
We have been spending more and more time with my husband’s younger brother and his fiancée.
There have been no issues.
He is happy.
He goes to church.
He goes to meetings.
He has a regular job that he likes. They pay him well, and are looking for more opportunities for him. When he is not working there, he picks up side jobs from a friend.
He bought a car. Used, a bit flashy, but he bought it. Has a loan. Makes the car payments. It’s his.
His fiancée is really nice. She is a little quiet, but when everyone is around they are really, really loud. I was quiet once too. Sometimes I still am. She really enjoys spending time with the little kids, Mea and the grandkids. I think she missed getting to spend time with her other nieces and nephews when they were young.
She goes to meetings with him. They go to church together.
Her adult son recently moved in with them, and it is going well.
He doesn’t quite get this whole “technology” thing. He sometimes will comment on something on Facebook like he’s talking to someone and it’s not even their post, but he is starting to get the hang of it. He sends messages to all the big girls, telling them that he loves them. Frequently.
He sometimes sends text messages to landlines. He frequently doesn’t answer his phone. I think sometimes he forgets that it is there.
He adores all of his nieces.
He is quite enamoured with Mea. Calls her “Shortie.”
She likes the attention so much. (Like that is a surprise to anyone, I am sure.)
On Christmas day he sent me a message on Facebook telling me that he is so happy that we are including him in family activities and that he is happy that we are developing a relationship. Thanking me for letting him spend time with us.
I told him I was proud of him. That I am glad to have him in our lives and that I am happy that the girls all get to spend time with their Uncle and future Aunt.
We were all wrong this time.
All of us.
I haven’t been so happy to be wrong in a long time.