Right after Valentine’s Day, we flew down to Orange County. Joe got me to move to Hawaii but before that can all happen, he needed to meet the parents. At this point in my life, my parents want me to be happy. They obviously would prefer for me to stay in Orange County but they knew my heart or work would lead me elsewhere. Neither my parents or I would have ever thought Hawaii would be the place I’d move to. Prior to Joe, I was looking at jobs around San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego and Washington D.C.. My parents have been prepped with a move to begin with. But hey, love happens.
On a flight back to Orange County for Joe to meet the parents.
When I was younger, I never cared about my parents opinion because I always thought I knew better. It turns out I just enjoy learning things the hard way. There’s nothing wrong with learning things on your own. You may just get to your destination a bit longer. As I got older, I respect their thoughts and opinions so much more. I still don’t necessary follow all their advices but it’s great to hear from a different perspective. I have always been daddy’s girl. He liked sports so therefore I did to. When he played basketball, I joined the high school team. When he played tennis, I joined the school tennis program. When his knee injuries got worst, he played golf and so did I. If my dad is that awesome, then I better find an equally awesome if not more awesome of a man.
When we got to Orange County, we checked into our hotel. I got word that day that instead of my dad, Joe and me golfing tomorrow, it was going to be my dad, his best friend, my brother in law Mike and Joe golfing. I got super nervous. I didn’t intend to throw Joe in the tank of sharks but my dad wouldn’t let me go. He stated it was a boys’ day. So not having met my family yet he pretty much said hello, nice to meet you. Now let’s go golf.
I wasn’t nervous because I didn’t think Joe couldn’t handle it. I just didn’t like I didn’t have control over it. I also felt bad that he spent 9 hours with strangers. Regardless of how I felt about it, Joe was a trooper. He didn’t have a problem with golfing with my dad, brother in law and my dad’s friend. I can tell he was a bit nervous and I didn’t blame him. My dad is known to drill people with questions. While the women tended to the kitchen making a great meal for the boys’ return, the men came back smiling ear to ear. Joe survived. He more than survived, he beat my dad in golf! To me, that is a huge deal. My dad is a really good golfer so I can only imagine how my dad felt. I asked dad how he felt and he stated that if his friend didn’t screw up, they would have won. That was his response. He doesn’t lose well.
What’s the verdict of Joe? Two thumbs up according to my dad and brother in law. Although Joe beat him in golf, he loves anyone who likes golf and plays it well. Joe is such an outgoing guy. He’s friendly, kind and respectful. He won my dad over easily. My brother in law thought he was cool.
Now it was the girl’s turn to judge Joe. The girls were busy at home while the boys played golf. They finally their turn to meet him. Joe grew up with kissing and hugging people he meets. My sister Christine loved that he did that. We are a kissing and hugging kind of family ourself so to her, he fits in.
My mom, the toughest person to please. I mean that in the nicest way possible. She wants so badly for her children to be happy so that makes her the most critical. The funny thing is what she wants in someone for her family is fairly simple. She wants someone that meshes with the family. Someone that laughs, cries, argues and loves hard. She wants someone that comes to family function and is part of the family. She doesn’t like anyone who just sits there and avoids the family. Many in the pass have failed this. Actually all exes have failed this. During the time Joe was at the house, the family was watching the NBA slam dunk contest. Joe laughed with the family. Joe made jokes. Joe bonded with the boys. My mom liked him. We left that night with two thumbs up from both parents. I wasn’t shocked because Joe is awesome. However it made me more at ease.
Later that night, we left kissed and hugged everyone good night. Joe turned to and said “I know why you are so cool.” I said “why?” He stated “Because your parents are so cool.”
I love him.
According to Joe, my parents are cool. I think so too.
My hero.
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