She said, “Yes!”
And I’m going to be the mother-of-the-bride.
Monday evening, on the one-year anniversary of dating, Marc proposed to my eldest, Amber.
I am excited and happy and thrilled, all those joyful words reserved for those occasions when you feel blessed beyond measure.
I am going to be a mother-in-law, welcoming a wonderful son-in-law into our family. Marc is all I could ever hope for in my daughter’s husband. He is a man of faith. He loves and cherishes my girl and makes her incredibly happy.
From the first photo I saw of the two of them together, I knew, just knew, they were totally head over heels in love. I could see it in their eyes, in their broad smiles, in the way they leaned into one another. I just knew.
For months they long-distance dated, flying back and forth between LA and Minneapolis. The time between visits grew shorter until, finally, Marc relocated to St. Paul last October, shortening their dating miles to the drive between the Twin Cities.
I understood, with absolute certainty then, that this relationship would result in an eventual proposal of marriage.
The obvious question, then, is how did these two, a native Minnesotan and a native Californian, meet? Beth, a college friend (of Amber) who lives in California and who met Marc via another college friend, thought the two would be a good match. Text messages, Facebook exchanges and phone conversations preceded their first date in March of last year.
I became aware of Marc only after Amber, who had visited Beth in the fall of 2011, announced in March 2012 that she was flying to California. Again.
“Why would you want to go to California?” I inquired of her. “You were just there.”
“Well, there’s this boy…”
Now that boy will become my daughter’s husband.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Photos courtesy of Amber and Marc