Today was our last morning with Chris’s parents. This afternoon. they take a flight to head back home to Melbourne, marking the finale of the wedding period — for real, this time.

It’s always so sad whenever they leave. They’re always so happy and bubbly, up for following everything that Chris wants them to do even when they are never told what they are doing in advance, and when they do ask what we are doing, the only words out of Chris’s mouth are, “You’ll see.” My parents would probably just walk away from me if I tried to pull that on them. A phrase like “You’ll see” would never fly with my parents. I enjoy the dynamic of his parents being around, even if it means listening to Chris pick more fights with his mother on political and lifestyle topics. The greatest thing about his parents is that whenever they bicker with him, it actually ends up civil and okay, and they just agree to disagree and move on. It’s almost disgustingly mature. Why can’t that be the way it is with my family?