An Emergency Trip to Texas Part 3
“I didn’t want to tell you until I got here!” I explained quickly as I showed my engagement ring to my best friend of 35+ years, “I just wanted to make sure I could tell my Mama first before it got out on Facebook.” My best friend screamed some more and started texting her own Mama.
“Wait! Make sure to tell your Mama that I haven’t told my Mama yet!” My best friend scrambled to call her Mama before making an announcement on Facebook. The phone kept ringing and she hung up to try her Dad.
My best friend’s Dad picked up and she made short work of telling her Dad, “Hi, Daddy! I need to talk to Mama real quick!” The phone was passed off and my best friend told her Mama, “Your other daughter is engaged!” The reply must’ve been, “What??” because my best friend had to repeat herself several times. On the third try, my best friend pulled the phone away from her face and devoted her full attention and voice to bellowing into the phone, “YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER IS ENGAGED! ENGAGED! MAMA? CAN YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T POST ANYTHING ON FACEBOOK UNTIL I TELL YOU! HER MAMA DOESN’T KNOW YET. WHAT? YES, THAT’S WHY SHE ASKED ME TO PICK HER UP!” My best friend’s kids were yelling in the background and bouncing in their seats and demanding to see the ring again while their mother yelled, “LOOK BUT DON’T TOUCH!” while her girls grabbed the ring and admired it. It was like a rolling celebration as we barreled down the highway towards my Mama’s house.
We finally arrived in their neighborhood where we both grew up a one minute walk away from each other and where both of our families still live. As we passed the gorgeous old oak trees that filled the neighborhood, her kids suddenly settled down and it was apparent that we were nearing “zero hour.” She stopped her car down the street and out of sight of my Mom’s house and turned to me, ready to be briefed on The Plan.
“Okay!,” my Best Friend said excitedly, “What’s the plan?!”
I sat quiet for a minute and said, “I don’t know?” I was so nervous I forgot everything.
“Well are you going to the front door or back door?” We had been friends for over 35 years and she knew the difference between the front and back door and the pro’s and con’s of both.
“Do you want me to take pictures?! Ohh! What about video?! Want me to take a video?! Where do you want me to stand? Should I follow you up to the door? Which door are we going to?! Want me to hide?!”
This sweet, wonderful friend was ready for whatever I wanted and all I could say was, “I don’t know!!!”
I got it together and said, “Let pull into the driveway. We’ll walk up to the front door. My sister might be in the living room and my mom might be in the playroom.”
A chorus of questions were lobbed at us from the backseat from her kids who all wanted to know what a playroom was. “Shoosh, y’all! It’s a room her Mom used to have when we were little where all the toys and stuff were, now shush!” She swiveled her head back to me to continue.
“We’ll walk to the front door and I’ll ding the doorbell. I think my sister will answer first and then my Mom will also come to the door. I’ll need to talk fast because they’ll think something is wrong- like I’m there to announce I have cancer, lost my job or something bad. Quick! We gotta be quick!” There! I was finally coming around and leading this crazy, top secret operation!
“Okay!” My best friend was on board and ready to go.
She drove her car up the street while handing out orders to her three kids in her best commanding Mama voice. “Stay in the car!” was the final order before she pulled in the driveway of my family home and put it in park. She turned to her kids and issued a final, “STAY HERE!” and we both got out.
I led the way up the front sidewalk that runs along the front of the house instead of straight towards it. I looked in the garage as we passed it and whispered over my shoulder to my tailgating best friend, “My Mom’s car is here, so they’re home.” I received as answer that she understood and we continued to sneak up the sidewalk. We passed a set of floor to ceiling windows and my best friend quickly asked if my Mom might be able to see us. I moved a little faster as an answer and we finally arrived at the front door. We stood to one side of the door like two SWAT Officers ready to make entry into the target location. I looked in the window and saw my sister in the couch and her dog on the floor. I looked over my shoulder at my best friend, armed with her cell phone, to make sure she was ready. She looked back giving me a “ready” look and I reached for the doorbell, with a shaking hand, and rang it.
My best friend and I waited on the front porch like two teenagers as we peeked through the front door. My sister’s dog barked, first, after the doorbell rang. We watched as my sister walked around the couch and towards the front door, not yet spotting us as we huddled to one side waiting. She had an annoyed look on her face that morphed into confusion when she saw me. My sister unlocked the door as she yelled over her shoulder, “It’s your daughter!”
She opened the door while repeating, “Your daughter is here! Bee is here!” She turned to me while saying, “What are you doing here?! What’s wrong!?” My Mom appeared and looked stunned as she walked towards my best friend and I nervously edging through the open front door.
They both asked again, “What are you doing here?! What’s going on?” I pulled out the ring box which held the bridal set and showed it to them while explaining quickly (so they didn’t think I had cancer, was dying or got fired from my day job), “I’m getting married!”
My Mom and sister screamed, my best friend took pictures as fast as possible, my sister’s dog started choking and three kids suddenly appeared in the mess, as well. My mom asked if we had already had the ceremony at which time I answered “NO!” as fast as possible as I suddenly realized I wasn’t supposed to have both parts of the vintage bridal set and that I should’ve been wearing at least one part of it. I didn’t get a chance to explain though before we all hugged again- my mom, my sister, my best friend, a large dog and three kids- and I said a silent thank you that my crazy screwball plan went off without a hitch.