Every single person in my family said yes immediately. Every person except my future mother-in-law.
“He can come, obviously,” she said at dinner one night, her own son sitting right there beside me.
“I just think, practically, he doesn’t need to be IN the ceremony itself.
Think about the photo album. What goes above the fireplace.” I had six things ready to say right back to her.
Then my fiancé reached under the table and squeezed my hand. “We’ll figure something out,” he said quietly.
Not to me. To her. I didn’t say a word the rest of that dinner. I just told her the salmon was very good.
