I like surprises. Usually. This past Friday we were surprised by something completely unexpected and unplanned. We are going to have a new addition to our family.
My brother-in-law is getting married this Saturday.
They had originally planned on having a big wedding next July, but Aaron's grandpa convinced the happy couple that they shouldn't wait - it's just a piece of paper since they already live together and they're already planning on getting married, so what's a year's difference, right? I think he's just upping his chances at getting great-grandchildren sooner.
Friday evening on the way up to my parents' house we discussed telling everyone we had plans for next weekend because we just wanted a weekend to ourselves at home. Then, Friday night Aaron was checking his messages (which included one or two from the "Phone Stalker") and there was an urgent message from his brother to call as soon as possible. He called and we were surprised by the announcement of the moved-up nuptuals.
The other reason the wedding has been moved up (besides the convincing done by Grandpa) is that the bride's brother is temporarily back from Iraq and she wanted to get married when she was sure he'd be able to be there. I can understand that much more than the "piece of paper" excuse, but whatever. So it's going to be a small, casual wedding at the park where he proposed, followed by a dinner made by the bride's mother. Should be, um, interesting to say the least.
The moral of the story? I get two sisters-in-law in two weeks.
That's a good thing, right?