Our daughter was only sixteen when she waltzed into the house one evening and announce she was marrying the HVAC guy.
I knew she was on a date, but I hoped she wasn’t dating someone old enough to be an HVAC technician.
She was sixteen, and I thought you had to be at least twenty-one to be an HVAC technician. I was going to question her, but she kissed me on the cheek and said she was going to bed. She nearly floated up the stairs. The next morning, I asked who her date was. She told me it was a new boy she met at her friend’s house. He was her best friend’s cousin and he lived in the next city. He had just graduated from high school and was going to school to be an HVAC technician. I started doing the math and knew he was a little more than two years older than our daughter. My husband was almost five years older than me, but she was only sixteen. She told me she wouldn’t do anything until she got her college degree and became a lawyer, which made me happy. The next ten years flew by, and I knew she was still dating the young man she met at her friend’s house that night. He was now an accomplished HVAC technician and he was working toward his own HVAC company. One evening our daughter came home and told me she was engaged. Paul had asked her to marry him. She reminded me how she said she was marrying the HVAC guy all those years ago, and it was finally happening.