Last week Kurt and Debbie stopped by, which really didn’t feel any different from all the other times they’ve come to visit.
It wasn’t until Maggie had thrown up, changed her PJs, and fallen asleep that I finally noticed the ring on Debbie’s finger – three hours after they got to our house.
We are thrilled for Kurt and Debbie, but there is a small part of me that will miss giving Kurt a hard time about not being married. I have no doubt that I’ll find something else to rib him about….like hunting.
Congratulations, Kurt & Deb!