Tyler is Handsy
By now you know that Tyler and I met at work. But what you don't know is that he was told by his boss (after seeing me during my interview and asking her to hire me) to not sexually harass me. She wasn't joking. She must have seen that wolfish look in his eye. I'm sure she was imagining a possible lawsuit.
I was eventually hired, much to Tyler's delight. In our first few hours of work we learned that the other was single and from there it was on like Donkey Kong. Tyler pummeled me with questions. I have never been asked so many personal questions in such a quick succession in all my life. I could tell he was interested in me, which was kosher because I was interested in him. The questions weren't sexual, per se, but they were personal and therefore slightly inappropriate coming from my supervisor at my brand new job. Luckily, I wanted his attentions. Because if I didn't, forms would have been filled out, believe you me.
Things progressed. And then he really did sexually harass me, just not at work. (We were actually quite good at keeping our hands to ourselves, now that I think about it.) On our first pre-date we took a walk which ended up being a walk in the rain. I was still uncertain about things, so I wore a very crappy holy pair of jeans to "turn him off". However, these jeans showed off my skin and had the opposite effect. I didn't think my legs were anything special then, so I didn't get it. After getting soaked on our walk, Tyler and I sat in his car and talked. He touched my legs through the giant holes like he couldn't help himself. I liked it. I felt irresistible. On our next non-date, I actually dared to enter Tyler's apartment where we sat on his couch and his hands roamed all over me. I loved the way he touched me. I loved being fondled by him. I loved how handsy he was, and said so.
Tyler is still handsy to this day, and it's naturally progressed. I know any time I bend over or have my posterior sticking out, I'm going to get spanked or pinched or grabbed or goosed. I've just come to expect it. And it's awesome. It's awesome to have someone so attracted to me that he can't help himself. Sometimes we'll be lying in bed and it only takes him touching my legs to get him excited. (I still don't think my legs are all that and a bag of chips, but he seems to fancy them, so woo hoo!) I love that he can express his love and desire with just a graze of his fingertips. Or a hard smack on the ass. I like 'em both.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #11
Tyler Cured Me of My Only Child Syndrome (Basically)
One of the greatest things about being an only child is having your own room. You always have privacy. All your toys are yours. Sharing is an occasional imposition, but if you like the friend/cousin who wants to play with your Barbies, you know it's only a matter of hours before they are all yours again. I was nice to my visiting friends and let them play with my Barbies without pouting. But I always felt a huge amount of relief when the slumber party was over and everything was MINE again.
As I got older and stopped playing with toys, I was only sharing my time. That I could handle. But when college rolled around, I was told as a freshman that I would have to have a roommate or pay an extra buttload of money. I figured I could handle nine months of sharing a room.
I got out alive, but it was not something I ever wanted to do again. After that, I shared living suites and an apartment, but I always had my own bedroom. It kept me sane. I didn't live on my own until I was 24. After college, I returned home to live with my parents while my mother was sick. I couldn't find a job for the longest time, but when I did several months later, my dream of living alone was finally turning to reality.
I loved living alone. I loved that everything in my apartment was mine. No one else's. Mine. I loved that I got to pick out my pillowcases and shower curtain and where to put all the furniture. MINE! MINE! MINE! With each passing day, I believed I would never be able to live with someone ever again. And I was fine with that. These only child tendencies made it easier for me to accept that I would never be in a serious relationship, or if I ever was (HAHAHA) I probably wouldn't live with the guy, because there is no one I could imagine wanting to spend that much time with.
I bet you know where this is going...
Once Tyler and I became involved, we did not go a day without seeing each other. It just didn't feel right. In the beginning, we didn't spend every night together though. Tyler had to get used to sleeping next to someone and then, depending on our work schedules, I would stay with him until he was asleep and then I would go home. Eventually it became the norm for us to spend every night together, unless one of us had to get up extra early. In time that didn't even matter any more. I don't even remember the last time I went to sleep without Tyler being under the same roof as I. (Sometimes he plays video games in the next room when I have to get up early the next day.)
All right, fine. That's just sleep. A lot of people can't sleep alone. It's perfectly plausible for me to hang out at my apartment until bed time. But I don't want to. I want to be wherever Tyler is whenever I can be. (So basically, all the time except when we're at work or in the bathroom.)
I never thought I would feel this way about anybody. In my wildest dreams where I had a serious boyfriend, I imagined us renting both sides of a duplex so we could have our own kitchen, bathroom, etc. We could be together when we wanted and apart when we wanted. What I have with Tyler is so much better than that. I still think my duplex idea would be the best way for some couples to function, but not me anymore.
So Tyler and I are getting married which means nothing will be mine anymore. It will be ours. Even my box of tampons will be ours, legally. When I choose future pillowcases and shower curtains and where to put the furniture, I will need to at least ask for Tyler's input. This is something I have been processing since the word "marriage" was first uttered. And because Tyler is so wonderful, it wasn't that hard of a process.
Will I need an hour of alone time every now and then? Of course. Will I want to decorate one of the bathrooms to my taste? Probably. Will Tyler have issue with either of these? No. Which is why I know I'm marrying the right man.
One of the greatest things about being an only child is having your own room. You always have privacy. All your toys are yours. Sharing is an occasional imposition, but if you like the friend/cousin who wants to play with your Barbies, you know it's only a matter of hours before they are all yours again. I was nice to my visiting friends and let them play with my Barbies without pouting. But I always felt a huge amount of relief when the slumber party was over and everything was MINE again.
As I got older and stopped playing with toys, I was only sharing my time. That I could handle. But when college rolled around, I was told as a freshman that I would have to have a roommate or pay an extra buttload of money. I figured I could handle nine months of sharing a room.
I got out alive, but it was not something I ever wanted to do again. After that, I shared living suites and an apartment, but I always had my own bedroom. It kept me sane. I didn't live on my own until I was 24. After college, I returned home to live with my parents while my mother was sick. I couldn't find a job for the longest time, but when I did several months later, my dream of living alone was finally turning to reality.
I loved living alone. I loved that everything in my apartment was mine. No one else's. Mine. I loved that I got to pick out my pillowcases and shower curtain and where to put all the furniture. MINE! MINE! MINE! With each passing day, I believed I would never be able to live with someone ever again. And I was fine with that. These only child tendencies made it easier for me to accept that I would never be in a serious relationship, or if I ever was (HAHAHA) I probably wouldn't live with the guy, because there is no one I could imagine wanting to spend that much time with.
I bet you know where this is going...
Once Tyler and I became involved, we did not go a day without seeing each other. It just didn't feel right. In the beginning, we didn't spend every night together though. Tyler had to get used to sleeping next to someone and then, depending on our work schedules, I would stay with him until he was asleep and then I would go home. Eventually it became the norm for us to spend every night together, unless one of us had to get up extra early. In time that didn't even matter any more. I don't even remember the last time I went to sleep without Tyler being under the same roof as I. (Sometimes he plays video games in the next room when I have to get up early the next day.)
All right, fine. That's just sleep. A lot of people can't sleep alone. It's perfectly plausible for me to hang out at my apartment until bed time. But I don't want to. I want to be wherever Tyler is whenever I can be. (So basically, all the time except when we're at work or in the bathroom.)
I never thought I would feel this way about anybody. In my wildest dreams where I had a serious boyfriend, I imagined us renting both sides of a duplex so we could have our own kitchen, bathroom, etc. We could be together when we wanted and apart when we wanted. What I have with Tyler is so much better than that. I still think my duplex idea would be the best way for some couples to function, but not me anymore.
So Tyler and I are getting married which means nothing will be mine anymore. It will be ours. Even my box of tampons will be ours, legally. When I choose future pillowcases and shower curtains and where to put the furniture, I will need to at least ask for Tyler's input. This is something I have been processing since the word "marriage" was first uttered. And because Tyler is so wonderful, it wasn't that hard of a process.
Will I need an hour of alone time every now and then? Of course. Will I want to decorate one of the bathrooms to my taste? Probably. Will Tyler have issue with either of these? No. Which is why I know I'm marrying the right man.
Monday, March 28, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #18
Tyler Gets Along With My Family
I first introduced Tyler to my parents back in October of last year. Due to our schedules--all of our schedules--it was inconvenient and so it kept being put off. However, my Aunt Susan was getting married on Halloween and I invited Tyler to the overnight festivities. My parents were going to be there. They were going to be at the same wedding where their only daughter would be sharing a room and a bed with her boyfriend, whom they had never met before. That had to change and fast.
I didn't have any worries. Tyler is a personable, charming guy and he would come off well to anyone. He's just that type of person. However, my parents are...unique. My father is your typical "no-one-is-good-enough-for-my-daughter" dad and my mother watches so much Dateline and 20/20 that she thinks the majority of men just want to sell me into white slavery. So I was anxious, not worried.
Also, I had never introduced a boyfriend to my parents before, so there was no precedent of how they would react or what kinds of questions they would rain down on him. But they were kind and Tyler held his own. Everything went off without a hitch. Once my mom realized Tyler wasn't a serial killer, she was sold. I've always known my dad would prefer that I be with someone with the same exact interests as him so he could have "the son he never had" at long last. But that wasn't going to happen. Tyler and my dad have enough common ground to make for family unity.
Tyler had seen my parents exactly three times before he proposed. Since then, we have seen them two more times. My dad said he wants me to be happy and safe and he thinks I will be with Tyler. If that's all he cares about, then he should have absolutely no worries.
As for my extended family, Tyler met most of my dad's side at Aunt Susan's wedding--redneck cousins, pothead cousins, felon cousins, thrice divorced aunts. He met my mom's side this Easter weekend--where everyone has only been married once and is still with that person. Cousins are begetting more cousins in wedded bliss. Tyler did exceptionally well with both sides despite their extreme differences. My grandmother took to him right away and told me before I left that he was a keeper. Don't I know it, Granny.
Tyler took on meeting everyone with gusto, which I very much appreciate since I've seen the alternative in my father dragging his feet before every Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. My family is important to me and since Tyler will be a part of it, it is also important that he feel welcomed just like his family welcomed me. I think he does. I look forward to all the coming family events with Tyler at my side.
I first introduced Tyler to my parents back in October of last year. Due to our schedules--all of our schedules--it was inconvenient and so it kept being put off. However, my Aunt Susan was getting married on Halloween and I invited Tyler to the overnight festivities. My parents were going to be there. They were going to be at the same wedding where their only daughter would be sharing a room and a bed with her boyfriend, whom they had never met before. That had to change and fast.
I didn't have any worries. Tyler is a personable, charming guy and he would come off well to anyone. He's just that type of person. However, my parents are...unique. My father is your typical "no-one-is-good-enough-for-my-daughter" dad and my mother watches so much Dateline and 20/20 that she thinks the majority of men just want to sell me into white slavery. So I was anxious, not worried.
Also, I had never introduced a boyfriend to my parents before, so there was no precedent of how they would react or what kinds of questions they would rain down on him. But they were kind and Tyler held his own. Everything went off without a hitch. Once my mom realized Tyler wasn't a serial killer, she was sold. I've always known my dad would prefer that I be with someone with the same exact interests as him so he could have "the son he never had" at long last. But that wasn't going to happen. Tyler and my dad have enough common ground to make for family unity.
Tyler had seen my parents exactly three times before he proposed. Since then, we have seen them two more times. My dad said he wants me to be happy and safe and he thinks I will be with Tyler. If that's all he cares about, then he should have absolutely no worries.
As for my extended family, Tyler met most of my dad's side at Aunt Susan's wedding--redneck cousins, pothead cousins, felon cousins, thrice divorced aunts. He met my mom's side this Easter weekend--where everyone has only been married once and is still with that person. Cousins are begetting more cousins in wedded bliss. Tyler did exceptionally well with both sides despite their extreme differences. My grandmother took to him right away and told me before I left that he was a keeper. Don't I know it, Granny.
Tyler took on meeting everyone with gusto, which I very much appreciate since I've seen the alternative in my father dragging his feet before every Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. My family is important to me and since Tyler will be a part of it, it is also important that he feel welcomed just like his family welcomed me. I think he does. I look forward to all the coming family events with Tyler at my side.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #89
I think it's time for a silly one.
Tyler Closes His Eyes When He Brushes His Teeth
I don't think this is a common practice. Out of my immediate family, best friends, fellow slumber party attendees, summer camp bunkmates, and the bevy of roommates I've had over the years, I have never encountered anyone who brushes their teeth with their eyes closed.
I noticed Tyler doing this curious act early on. When I asked him about it, he said he did it because it's peaceful. Okay, my dear. Whatever you say. I've given it a try but it doesn't feel natural to me. Not look at myself in the mirror? WHAT!?
I know this one seems silly after all the recent Big Posts, but life boils down to a series of little moments. Last night, I watched Tyler brush his teeth with his eyes closed and I fell in love all over again. It makes him unique and it reminds me of what a special man I have. Never discount the quirks, folks.
Plus he looks so damn beautiful when he does it.
Tyler Closes His Eyes When He Brushes His Teeth
I don't think this is a common practice. Out of my immediate family, best friends, fellow slumber party attendees, summer camp bunkmates, and the bevy of roommates I've had over the years, I have never encountered anyone who brushes their teeth with their eyes closed.
I noticed Tyler doing this curious act early on. When I asked him about it, he said he did it because it's peaceful. Okay, my dear. Whatever you say. I've given it a try but it doesn't feel natural to me. Not look at myself in the mirror? WHAT!?
I know this one seems silly after all the recent Big Posts, but life boils down to a series of little moments. Last night, I watched Tyler brush his teeth with his eyes closed and I fell in love all over again. It makes him unique and it reminds me of what a special man I have. Never discount the quirks, folks.
Plus he looks so damn beautiful when he does it.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #38
When you grow up female, there are certain things that you spend hours imagining, fantasizing and designing. At the top of the list is The Wedding. I have known women who have their whole weddings planned down to every last detail. The only thing missing is the groom. His insertion will not disrupt the details. It will go on as planned. He hates classical music? Too bad. Here comes the bride to Canon in D. (Gah! Cliché!)
But some women dare to go even farther than that and plan out their ideal proposal. I was not one of these women because a proposal meant someone wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and that just wasn't going to happen. If I were so lucky, being asked would be enough. Who cared how it was done?
Tyler Nailed It When He Proposed to Me
I didn't know Tyler was going to propose to me on our vacation. There was a possibility. A strong possibility. There had been discussions about marriage. There had been fingers sized. I was meeting his family. He was turning 40. And while I knew a proposal was coming, that day could be in the distant future. I was not getting my hopes up. I was there to meet Tyler's family and see where he grew up. That was enough for me.
But not for him. His family knew he was planning on proposing and I'll admit they did a great job of not letting on. When he didn't do it on our first "just us" night out, they were freaking out. Me? I was Cucumber Girl, as in "cool-as-a". Even if I did suspect Tyler was going to ask me to marry him on this trip, it wasn't going to be on his actual birthday. He knew better than that.
The next day, however, it crossed my mind. A lot. I couldn't help it. (It could happen! It could happen! IT COULD HAPPEN!) March 11 was particularly windy and rainy for L.A., which I loved. Tyler and I spent the day driving around, going to Victoria's Secret where he watched me try on lingerie, taking me to Trader Joe's for the first time ever, and Target, which needs to be everywhere!
The wind continued and Tyler took me to the Redondo Beach Pier. The businesses were closing up early, so we returned to Manhattan Beach. We went into the mall which was closed, but the doors were unlocked. It was strange to be in such a quiet place that was normally swarming with people. Maybe he'll do it here? It's so weird...no? Okay, then. Let's go to dinner.
We went to California Pizza Kitchen who's frozen fair I've enjoyed for many years. It was a great casual dinner. I was wearing jeans and my Converse sneakers. It felt comfortable and right. I would be happy if it happened there.
When I was younger (re: dumb), I had it in my mind that I didn't want to see The Proposal coming. I wanted a complete surprise. I wanted to be blind-sided. Because I liked drama. But now that I am older (re: less dumb) and have the joy of being in an actual relationship, I know that's just not plausible or wise. You should have lots of discussions about marriage before anyone proposes. You should know your partner well enough to know something is up. Tyler had two mojitos. Something was up.
We returned to beach part of Manhattan Beach. It was still windy, yet Tyler and I were going out onto the pier. It was so windy, that we didn't dare walk to the end. Instead we climbed the connecting lifeguard station. We looked out on the ocean as he held me from behind. Eventually, he spoke, something to the effect of, "You know how I've been thinking about spending the rest of my life with you."
And I interrupted with "I've been thinking about that too."
"Would you like to make it official?"
"Yes."
"Well, turn around."
So I did. He took my hand and asked, "Jordyn Alice Auvil, will you be my wife?"
How could I not say yes? We kissed and I jumped up and down. Then he pulled the ring out of his pocket. I gushed about it for a while. Holy shit, is it beautiful! Finally, these strangers walked out onto the pier and I screamed at them, "I just got engaged!"
I only ever had one requirement: that Tyler and I be alone. Public proposals have always struck me as somewhat desperate and narcissistic.The dude either wants attention or is afraid she'll say no, so he puts her in this horrible pressured situation in front of millions of strangers at a sporting event or, even worse, his entire family at Christmas. I love Tyler for what he does, and I also love him for what he doesn't do.
The proposal was perfect because it was Tyler who did the proposing, and that is all you need to know.
But some women dare to go even farther than that and plan out their ideal proposal. I was not one of these women because a proposal meant someone wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and that just wasn't going to happen. If I were so lucky, being asked would be enough. Who cared how it was done?
Tyler Nailed It When He Proposed to Me
I didn't know Tyler was going to propose to me on our vacation. There was a possibility. A strong possibility. There had been discussions about marriage. There had been fingers sized. I was meeting his family. He was turning 40. And while I knew a proposal was coming, that day could be in the distant future. I was not getting my hopes up. I was there to meet Tyler's family and see where he grew up. That was enough for me.
But not for him. His family knew he was planning on proposing and I'll admit they did a great job of not letting on. When he didn't do it on our first "just us" night out, they were freaking out. Me? I was Cucumber Girl, as in "cool-as-a". Even if I did suspect Tyler was going to ask me to marry him on this trip, it wasn't going to be on his actual birthday. He knew better than that.
The next day, however, it crossed my mind. A lot. I couldn't help it. (It could happen! It could happen! IT COULD HAPPEN!) March 11 was particularly windy and rainy for L.A., which I loved. Tyler and I spent the day driving around, going to Victoria's Secret where he watched me try on lingerie, taking me to Trader Joe's for the first time ever, and Target, which needs to be everywhere!
The wind continued and Tyler took me to the Redondo Beach Pier. The businesses were closing up early, so we returned to Manhattan Beach. We went into the mall which was closed, but the doors were unlocked. It was strange to be in such a quiet place that was normally swarming with people. Maybe he'll do it here? It's so weird...no? Okay, then. Let's go to dinner.
We went to California Pizza Kitchen who's frozen fair I've enjoyed for many years. It was a great casual dinner. I was wearing jeans and my Converse sneakers. It felt comfortable and right. I would be happy if it happened there.
When I was younger (re: dumb), I had it in my mind that I didn't want to see The Proposal coming. I wanted a complete surprise. I wanted to be blind-sided. Because I liked drama. But now that I am older (re: less dumb) and have the joy of being in an actual relationship, I know that's just not plausible or wise. You should have lots of discussions about marriage before anyone proposes. You should know your partner well enough to know something is up. Tyler had two mojitos. Something was up.
We returned to beach part of Manhattan Beach. It was still windy, yet Tyler and I were going out onto the pier. It was so windy, that we didn't dare walk to the end. Instead we climbed the connecting lifeguard station. We looked out on the ocean as he held me from behind. Eventually, he spoke, something to the effect of, "You know how I've been thinking about spending the rest of my life with you."
And I interrupted with "I've been thinking about that too."
"Would you like to make it official?"
"Yes."
"Well, turn around."
So I did. He took my hand and asked, "Jordyn Alice Auvil, will you be my wife?"
How could I not say yes? We kissed and I jumped up and down. Then he pulled the ring out of his pocket. I gushed about it for a while. Holy shit, is it beautiful! Finally, these strangers walked out onto the pier and I screamed at them, "I just got engaged!"
(Where the magic happened)
I only ever had one requirement: that Tyler and I be alone. Public proposals have always struck me as somewhat desperate and narcissistic.The dude either wants attention or is afraid she'll say no, so he puts her in this horrible pressured situation in front of millions of strangers at a sporting event or, even worse, his entire family at Christmas. I love Tyler for what he does, and I also love him for what he doesn't do.
The proposal was perfect because it was Tyler who did the proposing, and that is all you need to know.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #98
My biggest fear in life is being kidnapped and kept in someone's basement and then having to endure all the tortures that would most likely come with that. It could happen because it does happen. Please tell me you've seen Dateline. The chances of being possessed by a demon or haunted by a poltergeist or bit by a werewolf? Impossible, because that shit isn't real. I have a legit phobia.
I'm also afraid of fucking moths.
Tyler Kills All the Moths That Come Near Me
I can squash my own spiders just fine, but moths...moths are creepy. Moths want to land on your face with their big powdery wings and their fuzzy faces. GAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG! My mottephobia originated with one look at this nightmare fuel when I was barely three years old:
(Ironically, I didn't even see the movie until I was much older. So I didn't even know the importance moths play in the movie. Or the part where a woman is kidnapped and stuck down a well. Life is funny.)
Like a wise person, I tried to avoid any place that moths might be, say like anywhere near a porch light on a summer's night. But when I started dating Tyler last spring, that changed. He was still smoking in those days and we would spend a lot of time outside. Under the porch light. Where the fucking moths would gather.
I think I tried to be cool, but that didn't last long. My phobia was revealed and so was my cover as a tough chick. Tyler thought it was endearing. And instead of telling me to buck up because moths aren't harmful, he valiantly killed each one that came into the house.
Because Tyler has quit smoking, we won't be hanging out with the door open as much, but I know if one of those furry flapping fuckers makes its way into the house, my man will be there with a hat or a shoe to protect me from its inherent evil.
I'm also afraid of fucking moths.
Tyler Kills All the Moths That Come Near Me
I can squash my own spiders just fine, but moths...moths are creepy. Moths want to land on your face with their big powdery wings and their fuzzy faces. GAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG! My mottephobia originated with one look at this nightmare fuel when I was barely three years old:
(Ironically, I didn't even see the movie until I was much older. So I didn't even know the importance moths play in the movie. Or the part where a woman is kidnapped and stuck down a well. Life is funny.)
Like a wise person, I tried to avoid any place that moths might be, say like anywhere near a porch light on a summer's night. But when I started dating Tyler last spring, that changed. He was still smoking in those days and we would spend a lot of time outside. Under the porch light. Where the fucking moths would gather.
I think I tried to be cool, but that didn't last long. My phobia was revealed and so was my cover as a tough chick. Tyler thought it was endearing. And instead of telling me to buck up because moths aren't harmful, he valiantly killed each one that came into the house.
Because Tyler has quit smoking, we won't be hanging out with the door open as much, but I know if one of those furry flapping fuckers makes its way into the house, my man will be there with a hat or a shoe to protect me from its inherent evil.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Reason I Love Tyler #55
I've been told that when you marry a man you also marry his family.
Tyler Wants Me to Be a Part of His Family
I believe marriage is about two people fighting the good fight til the end of their days. Alone. Or, you know, if they want to add babies into the mix, I suppose that's their prerogative. If I was ever so lucky to find my partner in life, that would be bitchin' awesome. I could imagine our future house, our future vacations, our future childfree and therefore silent Sunday mornings. But I never gave much thought to my future mother-in-law or father-in-law, potential brothers and sisters-in-law, or possible nieces and nephews.
I am an only child, which means I have no siblings to make me a sister-in-law or an aunt. But both of my parents have a good number of siblings who have rendered a total of 19 cousins for me. And now I have like 13 second cousins. And some of them are pregnant. I have a large extended family and once I marry Tyler, it's going to double.
The main reason for our vacation was for me to meet Tyler's family. Since they live in southern California, it's not just a hop, skip, jump down the road like it was for my parents. Otherwise, I would have met them much sooner. I won't get into all the details, but Tyler's parents divorced when he was young and remarried other people, so I had the fun of meeting two sets of parents. Luckily, all were welcoming of me and with the family stamp of approval, Tyler felt confident proposing.
The next day, Tyler's mom threw him a birthday/he-got-engaged-too! party where I met Tyler's favorite aunt and two of my future sisters-in-law and their husbands and children. It dawned on me that I was going to be an aunt. I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT. It was something I never set my heart on because, you know, I'd have to get married to ever become Fun Aunt Jordyn. But now I am and I'm going to be Fun Aunt Jordyn! (Well, technically, I'm going to be Fun Aunt Jo because one of my future nieces is named Jordan and she was in the family first, so it's only fair.)
I'm used to big family functions so the party didn't seem too crazy to me. It felt right. By marrying me, Tyler will not only be bringing me into his life forever, but also into the lives of the people who are most important to him. I feel very privileged and proud to become a member of this wonderful family.
Tyler Wants Me to Be a Part of His Family
I believe marriage is about two people fighting the good fight til the end of their days. Alone. Or, you know, if they want to add babies into the mix, I suppose that's their prerogative. If I was ever so lucky to find my partner in life, that would be bitchin' awesome. I could imagine our future house, our future vacations, our future childfree and therefore silent Sunday mornings. But I never gave much thought to my future mother-in-law or father-in-law, potential brothers and sisters-in-law, or possible nieces and nephews.
I am an only child, which means I have no siblings to make me a sister-in-law or an aunt. But both of my parents have a good number of siblings who have rendered a total of 19 cousins for me. And now I have like 13 second cousins. And some of them are pregnant. I have a large extended family and once I marry Tyler, it's going to double.
The main reason for our vacation was for me to meet Tyler's family. Since they live in southern California, it's not just a hop, skip, jump down the road like it was for my parents. Otherwise, I would have met them much sooner. I won't get into all the details, but Tyler's parents divorced when he was young and remarried other people, so I had the fun of meeting two sets of parents. Luckily, all were welcoming of me and with the family stamp of approval, Tyler felt confident proposing.
The next day, Tyler's mom threw him a birthday/he-got-engaged-too! party where I met Tyler's favorite aunt and two of my future sisters-in-law and their husbands and children. It dawned on me that I was going to be an aunt. I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT. It was something I never set my heart on because, you know, I'd have to get married to ever become Fun Aunt Jordyn. But now I am and I'm going to be Fun Aunt Jordyn! (Well, technically, I'm going to be Fun Aunt Jo because one of my future nieces is named Jordan and she was in the family first, so it's only fair.)
I'm used to big family functions so the party didn't seem too crazy to me. It felt right. By marrying me, Tyler will not only be bringing me into his life forever, but also into the lives of the people who are most important to him. I feel very privileged and proud to become a member of this wonderful family.
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