Bobby came over to the house for supper one night.
I fixed a favorite of his. Brats.
We were just having fun in the kitchen when the phone rang. Bobby answered it.
It was Danny. I could tell by the way Bobby was talking to whomever on the phone. Next thing I knew, Bobby hung up the phone before I could grab it from him,
“Danny said he will call you later”. A few minutes went by. Bobby was very quiet.
That was not unusual. What was unusual was the huge grin starting to show on his face.
“Mom? ” |
” What Bob”.
“Your are going to marry that man”.
Well, that certainly got my attention.
“I’m going to what..?….Danny hasn’t asked me to marry him?”
He didn’t answer that and I let it go.
Then he grinned again:
“And I am going to give you away…..”
Until Danny came along the year before this:
Bobby and I had never talked about my ever marrying. At least not since the usual childhood talks we had had about why I wasn’t married and never dated anyone.
I had long since stopped dreaming about getting married and having my dad give me away.
Lately though, getting married had crossed my mind. So had my dad walking me down the island.
Yes, I had been thinking about it. We were headed that way.
I just knew it.
To get back to the actual conversation
I said something about my dad doing the honor.
Bobby said it was his place. It was his job to protect me.
Yes, Bobby would be the one giving me away.
I had raised an awesome son.
Love you Bobby.