I was expecting that phone call today. My 21 year-old baby is ready to embark on her own life; has been ready in fact for months and has only been waiting for the love of her life to be ready as well. It seems that the time has come and the question is about to be popped.
I knew I had at least a few hours so the nesting-equivalent for mothers-with-daughters-about-to-become-engaged kicks in; i.e. do what you can to look as young as possible for as long as possible… So I naturally went to dye my hair. No sooner had I gotten to the point of no return with the dye when I see Shyra on the caller ID. Well, whaddya know – Shyra announced across the threshold bridging my speaker-enabled cellphone to my chemical-covered head that she was engaged! I was so excited!! But couldn’t they have waited 30 minutes? Alas, they couldn’t. Neither could I. The race was on. How many of my closest family members could I call in the 20 remaining minutes of dye-processing time? I did my best.
Of course those 20 minutes didn’t begin to cut it. How could I possibly reach all of the people that matter before the inevitable announcement on Facebook? It was a race against time which I think I managed passably. No matter – people were thrilled to hear about it whether by phone, email or Facebook.