Potential Calamity

Ever have those moments where you freak about the possibility of things going wrong, horribly terribly wrong? ( and it usually doesn't?)

I am in the midst of one of these potentials. I am taking  the BF home for the first time AND we're flying across the country to get there. It's not like he's lived at home for years, no... He's from the south and I hail from the good ol' NW. Let the craziness begin!

I freaked out a bit, OKAY... a lot... when we made the trek to the south for Easter to meet his folks. I wasn't surprized that they were awesome, amazing, loving, welcoming and fun but I was still freaked out. It's a big deal. The first morning there, I sat down at the kitchen table with his folks and over coffee we got to know one another. Piece of Cake (Kentucky Bourbon Cake to be exact)... no problems and not the slightest potential for things to go a wry... (ha).

Having grown up in the NW, well... we do things different. Sure, I'm sweet... but I also have the tendency to be sharp, quick and severely independent. AND so does my family. They are loud and opinionated not sweet (some of the time) and southern like his fam. So I am worried, he will be floored when we get there.

For weeks I have been caught in this comparing our families funk... AND ultimately being somewhat ashamed of my unique, loud family. He (the BF) doesn't seem to be too worried, which is good. He actually has encouraged me NOT to compare and not to worry about all of this. BUT I am. Don't get me wrong... I love them a lot. They can just be a lot to handle sometimes.
After talking to my dad about how awesome people are from the south, he scolded me.

"listen here, sister. We are who we are. I'm sorry we didn't raise you in the south. I'm sorry we're loud. God forbid, the house is dirty. And who cares if we are. You are part of this loud, opinionated family."

Ouch... Dad wisdom, for the win.

I can't control opinions, or the volume of my sister's voice, or the words that come out of peoples mouths...
what matters are people's hearts. My family has a BIG heart and we laugh a lot. At each other and the things that happen around us. That makes all that other stuff not so important. And my Dad's word's per usual, cause me to reevaluate my heart.

Sure there's definite potential for things to be super crazy, super busy and sometimes just plain messed up. There is more potential for adventure, fun, laughter, getting to know each other better than there is for a nuclear disaster happening (fingers crossed).

Definite update soon.
Adieu,

Anne