Cleaning Custom Window Drapes for Daughter’s Visit

There’s something about meeting the parents that just makes people panic. My daughter is bringing a guy, a boyfriend, to meet us and I am just a tad sad about it. I know it’s expected from any dad, but my little girl can’t be seriously into someone now.

My wife is busy cleaning our custom window shutters and custom window drapes in the living room as well as in the dining room.  I decided to stay in the study, draw our custom window shades up so the afternoon sun can come through as I gaze at pictures of my daughter on the wall. I remember the day she came home crying because she did not have a date for the prom, what with her braces and pimples on the cheek. No words could comfort and assure her that she was a beautiful. And she is, it’s just that she did not seem to see it in the reflection of her mirror.

I heard the young man is currently doing his residency at a university hospital, and just a year ahead of my daughter who is also training to be a doctor. We’re a family of medical practitioners, but  I retired around two years ago. I still consult but only on special cases. The missus and I have made it a point to travel twice a year, at least one within the country, and then if health and weather permits, we go somewhere out of the country.

We have made it a family tradition to have dinner every Sunday. Meg, my daughter comes when her schedule at the hospital permits. She’s made it to dinner most of the time, but that’s to be expected in her profession.  Susan, my wife, always cooks Sunday dinner, with some, well, more help lately. The dinner table already have two places for the grandkids.

So the daughter’s boyfriend will have to sit down and have some real Irish meal with us. We like traditions and we like to meddle in each other’s lives. At least on Sundays we do that. I really don’t know what to expect, but I guess it’s different when it’s your daughter who is bringing a boyfriend to a family traditional gathering. I did not feel this way when Matt, my son, introduced Lacey, his fiancée then,  now his wife, to the family. I guess it’s true what they say about daughters. To me, she will always the little princess who ran to me when she hurt her knees.

Enough about the nostalgia. I wonder if my wife is done with window cleaning. I can smell the roast beef from the kitchen. I peek through the window facing the driveway, so far it has been a good day. Maybe I should walk Bronson outside. It seems like a good day. He can sniff the daughter’s boyfriend. Dogs and kids, they know a good person when they see one. I hope he likes him, after all, Meg has been his buddy since she was ten.

 

 

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