“Married,” her mom says with an amused look. “Married,” I confirm. It’s pretty funny when you think about it. We haven’t even been together a year. “I know you think we’re crazy,” I say, shrugging. “Actually, no. I don’t. I know my daughter. She doesn’t enter into things lightly. And I think I’m starting to know you too. You’re not impulsive.” “No,” I agree. I’m the opposite, in fact. Calculated. Perpetually skeptical of people who jump first and think later.
