After a family filled weekend in Savannah, it seems as if the week of Thanksgiving this year was filled with other people's families instead of mine. First, I met BF's mom- don't think I wasn't very nervous. I think things went well, and I really her, but it only serves to exacerbate my worries that things may just be a little too perfect. When did I get to be the girl who is waiting for the other shoe to drop? Well, if I am a bit trepidacious about my shiny, new BF, it seems my friends are not. A couple of weekends ago, while at Hocking Hills, when we were giggling and chatting about BF, Lyndsey confessed that she had told her mother when BF and I had kissed, and her mother had been very happy for me. Upon this confession, Jason admitted that he too had told his mother of said developments, and she was similarly happy. After a brief pause, Marissa confessed to her mother's knowledge and happy thoughts as well. Embarrassing as it may be, it is nice to know not only my friends, but also their families (at least their mothers!), are rooting for me. Speaking of Jason's family, I headed that way for Thanksgiving. It was delicious and fun, as always, and we managed to sneak in a couple of movies as well. It was good being around family, even if it wasn't mine.
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