“Hi Mom, I was wondering if it would be okay if I brought a girl home to meet you?” That’s how it used to work, but by the time my sons were old enough to bring girls home, the ritual had changed into bringing an entire group of kids home, and “the girl” was hidden somewhere in the gang.
A half dozen or more college students and recent graduates would swarm my house. Both boys and girls were all cute and energetic as speckled pups.
My husband and I would have pretty much the same conversation every time; “Does the blonde like Harrison?” “I can’t tell. I think he likes the one named Grace.” “They’re all named Grace.” “Well the brunette Grace likes Austin. It’s obvious.” “Mary Grace has a boyfriend at Auburn. Frances Grace said she isn’t dating anyone until she gets her veterinarian degree.” “We could use a Vet in the family.” “Yeah, but Harrison said he only likes her as a friend.” “Which one is Gracie?”
We were totally confused and played this game over and over, until one day, he called and said, “Mom, I’m bringing Abbie home.” I said, “Ok, who else?” He replied. “Only Abbie.”
One girl? All by herself? I felt swimmy-headed.
“I have to buy new sheets for the guest room.” I told my husband. “But you just bought new sheets for that room last month. “They’re low-thread count and Abbie is a high-thread count kind of girl.” “How do you know?” “I can tell in his voice, she’s the one, and I raised him to like high-thread count kind of girls. I’ll also pick up new towels, cute shampoo and little soaps.” Girls love little soaps.
It was worth the effort because Abbie showed up and loved me and my little soaps so much, she kept coming back. When she stepped in the door for the first time, she said, “I’ve read everything you’ve ever written!” I thought . . . “If she’s telling the truth, how clever of her. But If she’s pulling my leg . . . how clever of her.” Instant admiration.
She helped out in the kitchen, which I usually can’t stand for other people to be in my kitchen, but for some reason, I was fine with it. I sat back and watched as she and Harrison loaded the dishwasher and thought how wonderful it was for my son to bring Abbie to me. I could tell she appreciated the sheets but was raised to never mention them if she didn’t.
The little soaps led to a new rug, and then to new picture frames down the hallway, a little paint touch up here and there, and now . . . I’m redoing my entire kitchen. The Abbie effect is powerful.
Abbie kept hanging around my son so she could spend more time with me. And then . . . the big group of kids turned into a table for two and they’re — engaged! Thanks to my attention to detail, my son was able to meet the love of his life.
It’s a lot of work to find the one special girl in the midst of a crowd, but totally worth the wait. And who says the mother of the groom isn’t important?
This story first appeared in AL.com newspapers
Love this heartwarming love story! They are both adorable – in fact the whole family wholesome and so likable!
Thanks Savan. We’re thrilled with Abbie. Even if she weren’t so cute, we’d be amazed with all the goodness she holds!
Love this! I sharing with my daughters who have eligible sons.
Best wishes to them! — go buy little soaps!
Sweet!! It is most difficult to be a boy Mom. We are always looking and have a sigh of relief when the One comes into their lives. Congratulations!
Thanks Becky. It’s definitely different views from the moms of – son/daughter!
Love is definitely in the air and all around!!
The Mother of the Groom gains a daughter, and looks like she is a Winner!!!
Oh, you are so right! She’s a darling!
I loved reading this! I’m partial to sweet Abbie as I grew up with her mama. She comes from lots of good people. ❤️
Hi Kerrie, thanks for the note. It’s no surprise that our Abbie has good people standing behind her! Thanks for reading!
Oh.My.Goodness. What thrilling news, I am so happy for all of you! Abbie sounds like perfection and wow, is she lucky to get you as a mother-in-love. How did she and Clark Kent get along (since pups are always good judges of character)?!?
Very good point. Dogs really do sense true character, and I’ll have to say, both Abbie and Doug and the new Clark Kent were the dearest of friends. Much tail wagging and scratching of ears took place.
…. my favorite! I LOVE this, Leslie Anne!
Read it Mobile Press Register. Love it. And I only have daughters. Nice pics ?.
How fun to have daughters, but now you know the pressure the mothers of boys have! ha! Thanks Doris.
Are you saying that moms are the new “wing man?” I can accept that!
Yes, moms and little soaps.
How sweet! Sound like this story wrote itself, thanks in part to Abbie, just being Abbie. Congrats to all and happy wedding planning for the big day.
Abbie’s so amazing, I could write 400 stories about her . . . but I won’t do that to her (just yet!) Thanks Teresa.
Brilliant, and so touching. Im waiting for my Abbie
Hang in there, and keep those prayers going!
Oh this is so sweet! I am so happy for your family!
Thanks Jenna. We’re thrilled.