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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Letters To My Future Husband: Letter #117

Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:

I’m quickly realizing that I left out a key piece of the puzzle in that little list I made. Do you remember that list, Sweetpea? Come on, you can admit it if you keep it under your pillow at night. It’s OK. I won’t judge.

Anyway, I can’t believe I never once mentioned that fateful meeting of the parents. I’m not sure how I even feel about that, really. I suppose meeting your parents could either go one of two ways: You parents could either fall in love with me (but not call me the daughter they never had. That’s just too weird, if you get my meaning…) and we could get along swimmingly, or our first meeting could go the way of Meet The Parents. Knowing me, I’m banking on a version of that second option. I’m probably going to be a bit shy and awkward at first, just like I was when I met you. I’ll probably say the wrong thing at least once during dinner, maybe causing your dad to choke on his potatoes when he learns that I don’t intend to shack up with you until we’re married, or that I’ve amassed quite the collection of PEZ dispensers. Who knows, though, that revelation just might be the very thing that makes your mom fall in love with me. Do moms like that sort of thing? I’m referring to the whole not-shacking-up thing here, not the PEZ dispenser collection.

But I am looking forward to meeting your family. After all, they’re the people who knew you all your life. They know you inside and out. They’ve seen you at your worst. And cheered you on at your best. They might even know things about you that you don’t even know about yourself. Isn’t it scary how parents can know those things? But they do. Whether we get along with our parents or not, they love us. It’s a sort of unconditional love, they say, that you only discover once you become a parent yourself.
How much have I told you about my parents? I don’t tell many people about my father’s suicide until I get to know them. After all, it’s not the easiest or most comfortable conversation starter. But I know the topic will come up eventually, and like it or not, I’m going to have to face it. I do know that when the time comes, I’m going to be completely honest with you, and maybe I’ll even cry — I’ve been easily moved to tears lately back here in 2010. I do wish you could have known my father, Sweetpea. There’s so much of my life that my father is missing, and you’re going to be one of those milestone moments. He was one of those protective fathers, so he most likely would have been hard on you at first. I was his little girl, so I’m sure he would be like a drill sergeant with the interrogation. I’d probably just sit there and smile, realizing that’s probably where I got my nosiness. I do wish you could have met him; rest assured that I’ll show you lots of photos and perhaps tell stories to the point of boredom, but it just won’t be the same, you know? When you introduce the love of your life, it should be to both parents, and I can’t help but feel like something will be missing on that day.
But get ready to meet my mother, Sweetpea. She’s hands-down the cutest person in the entire world. She might be a bit tough on you too, but if anything, within 30 minutes, she’ll have whipped out her famous almond cookies (a recipe passed down from my grandmother) and have my baby photos spread across the table. I guess that will be my time to be red-faced, won’t it? We can do this, right? There’s nothing to be afraid of, right, Sweetpea? Until we meet… xoxo

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Comments

  1. Chiara says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 4:42 pm

    This post is adorable melissa!!!
    And I love your childhood pictures!!
    xoox
    http://www.joiedevivre-chiara.blogspot.com

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  2. Jude says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 4:49 pm

    Oh gosh, Melissa, this post is so filled with love, love for your family. You know, my significant other also had to deal with some of what you describe in terms of suicide within his family. He told me about it one evening, simply and without too much elaboration. I was so in love it made me ache for him, but love him all the more. I'm sure Mr. Blake will feel the same with you 🙂

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  3. Stacey says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 5:27 pm

    This is such a touching post! Hugs to you Mel! XX

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  4. SilverNeurotic says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 6:24 pm

    To date, I think this is my favorite Letters post.

    Meeting the parents is by far the hardest part of the early relationship. Usually I'm great with parents. But once in awhile there are some parents that just can't be moved, no matter how charming, sweet and funny you are.

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  5. Hollie says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 6:35 pm

    aww, so sweet! I love tht last photo, of you & your mom.

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  6. Wendy says

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 8:26 pm

    This totally made me smile!!!

    As a mom I can safely say (I think on behalf of all moms) that I would be very happy and impressed if My son brought you home to meet the family.

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  7. LAURA!!! says

    Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 12:33 am

    your blog is just so awesome. you are an amazing writer.

    Reply
  8. Georgina Dollface says

    Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 3:44 am

    This was a really sweet post to read. The part about Mr. Melissa Blake not being able to meet youf Dad made me tear up a bit. My Dad passed away a few years ago and he and my husband really got along well. I miss walking into the family room and seeing the two of them watching hockey together or deep in some political conversation or just sitting together peacefully in comfortable silence. I'm so sorry your future husband won't be able to meet your father, but I'm pretty certain he and your mom will get along famously. 🙂 – G

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  9. Molly says

    Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 3:57 am

    I loved this post! xoxoxo 🙂

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  10. SimoneV says

    Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 12:43 pm

    Wow this post brought both happy and negative tears to my eyes.

    You know, who cares about the fact that you ahve a disability, or anything else! You just write so beautifully. Perhaps one day you could write an autopbriography, of a famous blogger with a great story to tell 🙂

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  11. Anonymous says

    Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 11:02 pm

    I'm very fortunate that my boyfriend has been able to meet both of my parents, but my grandfather (who I was extraordinarily close to) passed away before I met my boyfriend. Even so, I smile whenever my boyfriend does something that I know my grandfather would have liked or gotten a kick out of and find a lot of peace knowing that they would have really gotten along.

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  12. Zoe' says

    Friday, November 12, 2010 at 11:08 pm

    perfect

    Reply
  13. Kehly says

    Friday, April 22, 2011 at 8:19 pm

    That first picture of you and your sister is absolutely adorable. I love it.

    Reply

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