21 December 2011


“Don’t you remember the three rules I gave you before you started college?” he queried sternly.
“Yes, Grandpa. No alcohol. No drugs. No boys.” I replied.
“And you agreed to obey those rules.”
“Yes, Grandpa.”
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Are you sorry for what you’ve done?”
“What? You’re supposed to be sorry. You broke the rules. Are you sorry?”
“No, Grandpa, I’m not sorry.”
He sighed, with a grin on his face. “No, I guess you’re not. So when are we having the wedding?”
I just remembered this conversation which took place the first time I saw Grandpa after I got engaged to Angel, and it made me laugh. It’s true, I did break the rule about no boys in college—but I’m still not sorry.