bitter-sweet

I met My Honey's family this week under most unfortunate circumstances.  Chris and I flew up to Iowa for his uncle's funeral.  I think it's a true shame I didn't get to meet the man because hundreds of people came to the viewing and funeral and all of them had great things to say.  I wanted to be there for Chris, but was a little nervous about how I'd be received.  Despite their loss and sorrow, everyone was absolutely wonderful to me.  They embraced me as their own and I already consider them family.  I have a better understanding of why Chris is such a wonderful person. (and less crazy than I am) 

I feel better about both families meeting at the wedding.  I wasn't nervous, exactly,  but my mind put together various scenarios, none of which was ideal.  I'm not worried now.  In fact, as time goes by, I'm less and less stressed.  It's almost like someone hypnotized me and then made me forget the experience.  I feel very fortunate and loved.  I wish everyone that feeling.