Two Steps From Paradise

Well, now that my Cowboy’s gotten the hardest part out of the way – the proposal – and I took care of the easiest part – the response – we only have two things keeping us from a nice, happy life together.

His family.
My family.

His family shouldn’t be too hard. They’ll hate me, but they’ll gripe and pitch a fit and then let him do what makes him happy. If this weren’t true, would he be playing music for a living? Not likely. They may never come to like me, but I have a feeling they’ll at least tolerate me, for his sake, if nothing else.

My family, on the other hand, is not going to give in that easily. My brothers are going to hate him for being a hick. Think him inferior for not being a college graduate. My parents are going to reject him based on the fact that his family is just not up to par with them. But then again, neither am I. Any wonder why they abandoned me to jet set around the world? And I can guarantee you that no one will ever learn to tolerate Blake.

But I digress.

My family is full of snobs, old money that has more of it than they know what to do with it. They all have cushy jobs. Mostly with the government, but one brother does work in the civilian sector. But again, a cushy job there.

Oh well. All of the above are why none of my family is being invited to the wedding.

Ali