{"id":10736,"date":"2013-02-11T08:13:28","date_gmt":"2013-02-11T14:13:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=10736"},"modified":"2013-02-11T08:13:28","modified_gmt":"2013-02-11T14:13:28","slug":"meeting-the-folks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2013\/20130211-10736.htm","title":{"rendered":"Meeting the Folks"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “<\/em>Our Story<\/em><\/a>” tag for context.<\/em><\/p>\n

“The only bummer about this weekend,” I told my sister as we did some quick shopping the morning after I met Daniel in person<\/a>, “is that I don’t get to see the Little Miss while I’m in town.”<\/p>\n

Anna agreed that this was a bummer, and we continued on.<\/p>\n

A few minutes later, she told me that I’d get to see the Little Miss after all. “I told Daniel that if he brought her by Mom and Dad’s house around 1:30, he’d get a chance to meet Daniel.”<\/p>\n

Ah.<\/p>\n

Yes.<\/p>\n

Because introducing Daniel to the whole of my family was definitely my intent. (Not!)<\/p>\n

Nevertheless, when Daniel knocked on the front door, a decent contingency were present. Mom and Dad, of course–but also Anna, Daniel, and the Little Miss (I feel like either Joshua or Grace were also there–but I could be wrong).<\/p>\n

He knocked, I introduced him to Mom and Dad and the others. We sat down and had brief awkward conversation. Then we left.<\/p>\n

For our first date, Daniel took me first to Lincoln’s quilt museum<\/a>. We enjoyed perusing the quilts hand in hand, commenting on composition and construction. I spent way too much time explaining how quilts are made, what different designs are, and why certain quilts were more difficult to construct than others. Daniel listened patiently. <\/p>\n

The last exhibit was a collection of signature quilts–and we had fun looking over the names penned or embroidered across the tops. We talked about family names, about women signing their names Mrs. Husband’s-first-name Last-name, about names we liked or didn’t like. We found someone with the first name “Happy” and Daniel decided that was a great name. I reminded myself throughout our conversation that I did not have permission to think about meshing our families names, about calling myself “Mrs. Daniel Garcia”, about the horror of having a child “Happy Garcia.”<\/p>\n

As we left the museum, I apologized for my enthusiastic talkativeness. Daniel assured me that he enjoyed it–that he was interested in hearing about what I find interesting. I didn’t exactly believe him, but we were on to the next thing.<\/p>\n

We got back in the car and Daniel drove me out to his parents’ house.<\/p>\n

You see, a couple of weeks back, Daniel had mentioned that his parents would be traveling to see him in a little over a month’s time. He’d asked if maybe I wanted to drive down with them to Wichita.<\/p>\n

I’d agreed and our second meeting was planned. <\/p>\n

As the time drew nearer, Daniel’s mother thought it best that I meet them before the long car trip to Wichita–so Daniel and I took time during our date to meet his dad (Paula was out of town that weekend, so I could only meet Rick.)<\/p>\n

Daniel and I sat on opposite ends of the couch, talking books with Rick and with Daniel’s younger sister. We had chanced upon a congenial topic and conversation generally moved smoothly–except that I kept wishing I were sitting just a little closer to Daniel, that he were holding my hand across the couch instead of holding his own in his lap.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is the next installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and have become engaged. Click on the “Our Story” tag for context. “The only bummer about this weekend,” I told my sister as we did some quick shopping the morning after I met Daniel in person, “is that I don’t … Read more Meeting the Folks<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[39],"tags":[841],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10736"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10736"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10736\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10751,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10736\/revisions\/10751"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}