For whom the wedding bell tolls.

Me : Ooh, pretty quilt. *grabs it*

Mom: No, don’t open it.

Me: I thought it was for me?

Mom: Yeah, not now. It’s for your wedding night.

Me: blink blink 

Mom: What?  Don’t look so surprised. You’re twenty years old already. You’re almost there. 

 

Go on. Laugh away. I did. 

 

Once I stopped gaping, that is.