When the phone rang just after seven both Chris and I woke up pretty fast. He grabbed it first, jamming it against his ear as he mumbled hello. I collapsed back onto my pillow, tossing an arm over my eyes. If its bad news I'm glad he's the one who'll hear it first.

But it wasn't bad news. Not really. In the big scheme of things it was good news. Great news in fact. Tristan called to announce his engagement!

Yes, I said ENGAGEMENT.

Chris isn't impressed. From the sound of things neither is Tristan's mother but she's trying very hard to be supportive and happy for the boy. All Chris is focused on is Chris' age. I want to point out that at nineteen, him and Hannah are both older than Chris and Candace were when they got pregnant with Tristan. But I don't think Chris would like to be reminded of that little fact right now.

Instead he'd rather focus on a couple of other facts. That Tristan and Hannah have known one another for all of seven months. That they are both in college and neither of them are making a living yet. That they are barely over eighteen.

There are a lot of comments I could make to Chris, to Candace...... But instead of getting in the middle of two protective parents who just want the best for their son, I make only one comment. Taking the phone from Chris I offer congratulations to the groom to be and his future bride. Guess we're going to a wedding.

Its just a matter of whether they get their wish and marry soon, or if Chris and Candace get their way and the kids have a very loooooong engagement.