I realized the other day, as I was attempting to move an e-mail from GS, that I had a conundrum. At some point, I will need to figure out another e-mail organizational structure. In a few months, he will no longer fit into the Friends category. And while I have a Family category… he’s not my Mom, nor my aunt. However, I thought, ‘We’re going to make a new family’. Then I thought, ‘But, a family of two is not really…or it is?’. So should I call it Family 2.0? Coupledom? Or, should I call it EndofYouth to be fatalistic like GS? Perhaps a learning tool with NewLastNameDoesNotIncludetheLetterQ?
Then a, hopefully unused, part of my brain exploded.
I was sufficiently disturbed enough to just quickly move his e-mail into Friends and resolve to think about this at another time. Which, at this point has been pretty much par for the course for most of the experience. GS and I are facing similar ideas that struck us during the first weekend after The Question with both of us sitting at a table next to each other and muttering, “Oh, maaan.” Then we had beers.
It has led to probably the most drama we’ve had as a couple, rocketing everything from the happily mundane, “Movie?” “Yes! And a hotdog!”, to “But what does it MEAN!” and comments that allude to how I should have been doing more thinking about weddings since I’m a girl.
I got a wedding Barbie when I was little. It was some sort of special edition Barbie that my Dad’s step-mom got me. She gravely told me, my Mom agreeing, how I shouldn’t really play with it and that it should be kept on its stand. I would eye it on the stand. It had very pretty hair. Given that I was about seven, it was off that stand, white dress tossed aside, a few weeks later. This clone was never to fulfill its factory dream of a walk down an aisle with teddy bear guests. I think this says a lot about my wedding visions and details with which I am, even early in the game, almost overwhelmed by. [I do, however, have a theory that women are beasts of detail and that when given a scenario that when told to perfect a situation are naturally overloaded with OMG!!11!!]
Did you know what a Bateau neckline was? No, neither did I. Pero, I keep swimming and thinking, yes, this will be useful when I go mano-a-mano with Levar Burton on Jeopardy someday.