Big news in Braley’s World this week as we learn that Braley #3 is getting married.
Congratulations to my daughter Kathryn and her wonderful fiancé Josh on their engagement. I’ve known about it for a couple of weeks because he came to see me the last time I was in Fairhaven. It was nice and old-fashioned when he asked me, yet contemporary because he also asked my wife Priscilla. Yesterday he popped the question. It was their dating anniversary.
I could get all mushy and write about how my little girl has grown up. I will always remember the hours that we spent together at her pitching lessons and the early morning softball trips. I could write about the pretty little girl with the pigtails that I would pick up at Little People’s College and how she would come running to see me when I got there. I could write about the Christmas morning we spent at St. Luke’s hospital with an ear infection. I could, but that’s private.
I started thinking this morning how it seems that I’m getting old now that I have three out of the four married— but — it doesn’t feel that way. Is anyone else like me? In my mind, I feel like I’m still 17. Notice I said “In my mind.” The way my body feels, or acts, is another story.
I still watch a game on TV and think, “I could do that.” Then I sleep on my pillow wrong and my neck hurts for three days.
I still laugh at sophomoric humor, try to stay current on trends and music and — hey—I’m even on Tik Tok, although I have no idea how to make one. My son Matt says he’ll disown me if I ever do. Basically I just watch puppy videos.
The happy couple has no date set yet. We told them to take their time as 2020 has already caused its share of problems. They had to cancel a trip to Disney; Kat’s college graduation was canceled and her chance to work in Athletic Training at a D2 college was cut short. Let’s see if the world can get back to normal soon.
This gives me plenty of time to get ready to walk another daughter down the aisle. Four years ago I worked with my physical therapist to walk Sarah down the aisle after my stroke. Maybe this time we can add a funky beat to it. Hey! I could put it on Tik Tok!
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