She hasn't come out and told me yet, but it seems pretty clear that my mom is engaged, or at least planning to get married to her boyfriend. I wish them both happiness, especially my mom after eleven solitary years as a widow. This is great news for both of them! My only reservation is how briefly they've been dating (a month, but I think they got engaged after two weeks) and whether that much time is sufficient foundation. But hey, they're much older than I am, so I can't put myself in their shoes, and besides, I wouldn't want them passing judgment if the tables were turned. I'm glad and happy for them!

What do adults become when their parents re-marry? Will I be a stepson? Will Andy's four children in their fifties become my step-siblings, and what of their kids? I have it hard enough just re-learning the names of Kelly's leagues of cousins. I imagine life will go on as it has, except now there will be one more person on the couch when we get together once a week for Survivor. That sounds pretty good to me.


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Lori Lancaster | January 28, 2008
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Anna Gregoline | January 28, 2008
Congrats to your mom!

My parents have some friends who got married a week after knowing each other - they've been together 30 years now. So who knows! Love is mysterious...

Jackie Mason | January 31, 2008
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