My buddy, my buddy...

Last weekend, Jeremy and I faced a moment of truth: The meeting of the parents! (Cue dramatic "dum dum dummmm...")

We weren't nervous at all, but we knew the meeting was a big deal. Jeremy's mom and dad have met my mom and step-dad before, but this was the first time they'd be meeting my dad and step-mom, not to mention the rest of our extended family.

Whether we had anything to be nervous about or not, it was a bit nerve-wracking. After all, first impressions are very important, and difficult to forget.

Much to our delight, our parents got along well. Almost too well. Actually, more like long-lost best friends.

The parents sat out back chatting, having smokes and beers and chit-chatting about everything from the weather to high school. And the conversation never halted. They talked all through our engagement party, all through dinner that night, and even when Jeremy's parents came to pick us up in the morning.

What's funny, though, is that the conversation never seemed to veer towards the one thing bringing us all together: Our wedding. In fact, I don't think I heard mine or Jeremy's names mentioned the entire night.

It was nice to see our parents become friends, not because they had to, or because they felt obligated to accept each other as family, but because they genuinely enjoyed each others' company.

As we go forward with the wedding, and with the rest of our lives, I am not sure how intertwined our lives will all be. But it is nice to know that when we need someone, we'll have not two parents, or even four, but six on our side, all working together for us and for fun.