Okay, we’ve all been there at one time or another. Any single person out there knows the dreaded question I’m referring to. Picture it:
I walk into my grandmother’s house and crescent rolls overwhelm me. The buttery goodness mixed with baked turkey makes my mouth water.
Mom sees me first. “There you are!” Aunts, uncles, and cousins crowd around their long lost family member.
I make my way into the kitchen and, there stands Granny B, her raven locks with wisps of grey pulled back in a braid. Her eyes crinkle, and new wrinkles form around her upturned lips. She hugs me, and all my worries disappear. Finally, I’m home.
Things seem to be going well. The family sits down for dinner. I’m placed between Uncle J and my mom. Granny B’s eyes glance over each face, and my heart pounds. My palms sweat because I know she’s going to ask. I rack my brain for an answer. She’s talking to dad! Two more people before it’s my turn. What do I say? How can I cleverly deflect her question?
I look up, and Granny B’s grey eyes pierce my own. Her little mouth opens. I arm myself with a roll. I know we haven’t prayed, but it might buy me some time.
“Are you seeing anybody?”
And there it is. I hang my head in defeat. It just wouldn’t be a holiday without getting asked about my love life, or lack of.
Suddenly, a brilliant response comes to mind. I smile, “I’m seeing the most amazing man in the world. He’s perfect. He gives me everything I need.”
Granny B smiles, “What’s his name?”
“Jesus.”
I walk into my grandmother’s house and crescent rolls overwhelm me. The buttery goodness mixed with baked turkey makes my mouth water.
Mom sees me first. “There you are!” Aunts, uncles, and cousins crowd around their long lost family member.
I make my way into the kitchen and, there stands Granny B, her raven locks with wisps of grey pulled back in a braid. Her eyes crinkle, and new wrinkles form around her upturned lips. She hugs me, and all my worries disappear. Finally, I’m home.
Things seem to be going well. The family sits down for dinner. I’m placed between Uncle J and my mom. Granny B’s eyes glance over each face, and my heart pounds. My palms sweat because I know she’s going to ask. I rack my brain for an answer. She’s talking to dad! Two more people before it’s my turn. What do I say? How can I cleverly deflect her question?
I look up, and Granny B’s grey eyes pierce my own. Her little mouth opens. I arm myself with a roll. I know we haven’t prayed, but it might buy me some time.
“Are you seeing anybody?”
And there it is. I hang my head in defeat. It just wouldn’t be a holiday without getting asked about my love life, or lack of.
Suddenly, a brilliant response comes to mind. I smile, “I’m seeing the most amazing man in the world. He’s perfect. He gives me everything I need.”
Granny B smiles, “What’s his name?”
“Jesus.”