So last night I was still feeling a little down because we're still missing so many reply cards from Kyle's side of the family. If you haven't noticed already, I'm a total control/planning freak. When things aren't going my way, I get all out of sorts and nervous and silently panic! Eek! It's definitely something I'm working on and I'm getting better every day, but c'est la vie.
Anyway, I talked with Kyle's mom for an hour and she was really pleasant and listened (for once). She is going to follow-up with everything this week to see whether they plan on coming, and is just going to say she is checking in case their response got lost in the mail.
The big disappointment is Kyle's grandfather won't be attending. Apparently his Dad knew about it and was waiting for us to bring it up. According to his Grandfather's wife (he remarried because Kyle's father's mother died), our wedding is an inconvenience because it's on a Friday and we'd be silly to think they would travel 2.5 hours to attend. I cannot tell you how pissed I was to hear this. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was the year 1930 and everyone gets married solely on a Saturday. If the day of the week was such an issue, that's all you had to say.
I completely understand that Friday is definitely inconvenient for some folks because they might need to take off of work. However, if you really want to be there, you will be, regardless. If you can't make it, I have no qualms. Unfortunately, with Kyle being in the military, we don't have the luxury of doing things on days that "normal" people do them. His schedule is strict and he needs to be able to come in to work on weekends.
The mindblower, however, was about the distance that was soooo inconvenient. Let's be real here. Two and a half hours, at least to me, does not seem like a lot to travel to see your GRANDSON get married, ESPECIALLY when those two drive all over the US to go buy antiques. Additionally, it's tradition to get married in the bride's church. I'm sorry, but I've been waiting my whole life for that, and if you're too disrespectful to understand that, screw you, lady.
The saddest part of the situation is Kyle told his parents he refuses to ever speak to his grandfather and "Step" grandmother again. Apparently from what I am told by him and his parents, the "Step" grandmother requires Kyle's grandfather to attend anything that has to do with her kids (she was previously married as well) , but when it comes to his own kids and grandkids, she tries to turn him away from them. She is a manipulative, evil person, and he is a jerk for letting it happen. So basically, Kyle's parents have no problem with him never speaking to his Grandfather ever again, and it seems like they are on the same road. That's one thing I'll give Kyle's parents: as much as they drive us crazy, they are always on our side, and that speaks for something on its own.
Moving on to happier things, Kyle and I got talking about the wedding, and I asked him why when I bring it up he doesn't seem very excited to marry me. His response? "I'm not so much excited about the whole wedding part; I'm excited to finally be married to you. To come home to you every day, to live with you, to do fun things together and share great memories. I've always felt that way." Now, I finally understand why he doesn't get all super excited when I talk wedding stuff. The whole time he has just been thinking about the big picture, instead of the small picture of just the wedding day.
Not to be a total mush, but it was seriously one of the most romantic things he's ever said. It was just what I needed to hear to make everything feel better. I am such a lucky girl to have such an amazing man to marry. Years of endless happiness are surely ahead!