This is such a funny memory to me now that I had to mention it. Besides, I don't know if any other dinner has left such an impression or been talked about so much. It is interesting how over time, perceptions change.
When Trent and I first got engaged, my parents were thrilled - probably because that was one less girl and girl drama to deal with. Trent's parents were concerned. My parents didn't seem to expres any concern about finances, housing, cars, jobs, etc. (We never talked about those things anyway.) But, Trent's parents did. So, they wanted to talk. They took us to Frontier Pies one night. While we ate, the questions and concerns went flying. The more they talked about our plan for marriage, the less hungry I became and the bigger the lump in my throat grew. I started thinking about how unprepared I was. I had no plans. I was 19 years old and had never left my parents house. I worked a part-time job. I was going to college with a desire to get a degree in accounting, but not serious plans about it. I hadn't even thought of where I would go after my two years at Ricks College. The more I thought and listened, the more the walls of water built up behind my eyes. Then I cried. I was humiliated that I cried. I don't know which was worse. The lack of planning for my future, or the flood of tears rolling down my face.
Needless to say, that dinner did not deter us from our plans of marriage. All worked out. Years ago, I felt a little throat lump grow when "the dinner" was mentioned. Over time, it has just become one of those experiences that we, Trent's parents and the two of us, have talked and laughed about many, many, many times. It truly was a memorable dinner.
When Trent and I first got engaged, my parents were thrilled - probably because that was one less girl and girl drama to deal with. Trent's parents were concerned. My parents didn't seem to expres any concern about finances, housing, cars, jobs, etc. (We never talked about those things anyway.) But, Trent's parents did. So, they wanted to talk. They took us to Frontier Pies one night. While we ate, the questions and concerns went flying. The more they talked about our plan for marriage, the less hungry I became and the bigger the lump in my throat grew. I started thinking about how unprepared I was. I had no plans. I was 19 years old and had never left my parents house. I worked a part-time job. I was going to college with a desire to get a degree in accounting, but not serious plans about it. I hadn't even thought of where I would go after my two years at Ricks College. The more I thought and listened, the more the walls of water built up behind my eyes. Then I cried. I was humiliated that I cried. I don't know which was worse. The lack of planning for my future, or the flood of tears rolling down my face.
Needless to say, that dinner did not deter us from our plans of marriage. All worked out. Years ago, I felt a little throat lump grow when "the dinner" was mentioned. Over time, it has just become one of those experiences that we, Trent's parents and the two of us, have talked and laughed about many, many, many times. It truly was a memorable dinner.
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