When Trey and I were newlyweds living in Nashville, we met a young man who was engaged to be married. Back then, we loved hearing stories about how people had met and gotten engaged mostly because the conversation inevitably turn to our own uber-romantic story of the way we met. At a car dealership. It reads so much less fairy-tale-esk than I thought it would. Hmmm. (Note to self: think of a super romantic, albiet fabricated, story about how you and Trey met so that it won't sound as cheesy as it actually was.)
Anyway, back to this young man. He was engaged to a woman he had known since childhood and had courted. Courted? What the..? What doth it mean?
Well, as he explained to our clueless expressions, he decided one day that he wanted to "court" this young woman and went to her father to ask his permission. The father then answered the boy by forbidding him to see his daughter for a year to "prove" his commitment to the courtship. After the year had passed, the boy was permitted to court the girl under the supervision of her parents. They would never be alone and would not kiss until they had been pronounced "Husband and Wife".
The second Trey and I got into the car we burst into hysterics about how crazy we thought it was. "Courting?!? Who does that? How absurd!!!"
In our defense, he was also sewing his fiancee's wedding gown. Sewing. With a needle and bobbin and lace and silk. So we weren't total heathens.
It seems as though the passage of time has softened me to the idea. I think we've lost our sense of purity and patience and made the process to marriage into something so far from what it was originally intended. I think most of us who dated a lot before marriage can attest to the fallout that remains long after the relationship ends.
I think courtship, or at least very limited, supervised dating for our kids might not be such a bad idea after all. We'll have to find a capable chaperone because evidently, I'm not one. This afternoon I was driving Sadie (4) and her friend Walker (4) home and I looked in the rear view mirror and saw them totally lip-locked.
They were KISSING!!!!
"Momma, Walker and I kiss-ed on the lipth. We're gonna get mawwied."
"Just one question; does he sew?"