This past weekend, I finally met some of Mr. Librarian’s family. We’ve been dating for a year, and I’m not gonna lie, I was
in full on panic mode starting to worry that I hadn’t met anyone in his family. He met my family in May, and he met extended family in August. It was time to share and share alike.
So this weekend, at a Halloween party, I met one of his sisters, her family, and his mom. And the world didn’t implode. Well, I had to wear a Halloween hat to be “festive”, but I rocked it, so it’s all good. Everyone was really nice, and even though it’s always a little strange to see people with their family, I had a fun time.
As I think I have mentioned, Mr. Librarian is slightly older than me. Well, ah, he’s 16 years older than me. And has twin soon-to-be 6 year old boys. And most of the time, I forget about the age difference, and I’m getting closer to his boys. But standing in his sister’s house, with her three children, one of whom just graduated high school, I felt young. I have been underemployed for years and have just recently gotten a full-time gig. I live in an apartment with 3 other women and two cats. In a lot of ways, I still live like a college student, and while I’m trying to move past that, I realize that Mr. Librarian is more advanced in life (no pun intended.) And his sister really reminded me of that.
The thing is that that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m going to my 10 year high school reunion on Saturday, and thanks to Facebook, I know that at least
half sixty percent of my class is engaged or married. There are a number of people with kids, as in multiple children. My friends have grown up, and it’s time for me to do the same.
So that’s what I’m trying to do.