Oh boy. He had finally had it. He couldn't take us anymore. We were crass and awful people, and he wanted out.
"What's wrong?" I asked my mom next to me.
"Nothing!" My mom said a little too quickly and loudly. "Nothing at all! Why?"
I looked at Carlos' face. It was tense. I looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No! No, sweetheart, everything's fine!" My mom said emphatically.
Carlos had caught wind of my worry. "Oh, no, no, Kristy, don't worry, nothing is wrong. It is not you," Carlos explained.
It was not me.
I looked around at the other suspects.
My son was rubbing the face of his apple on the table and then eating it.
My husband was calculating the right moment he could go interrupt one of his favorite lead singers at a nearby table and get a picture of him (Roger Clyne). You see, here's the proof:
My brother was nearly single-handedly finishing the pitcher of margarita on the table.
My niece was looking for hungry, skinny dogs to feel sorry for. We found one. See, look:
Suddenly, Carlos began to speak.
He had a speech. It didn't take long to realize that something exciting was about to happen. He was going to propose!
But, no! There would be no proposal and some long, boring engagement.
There was to be a WEDDING on our resort balcony THE NEXT DAY! My mom was getting married!
Much hugging, kissing, and shouting occurred. Carlos is a smart guy. He knows that we are a family that loves excitement.
Sure enough, the next day, on the balcony of our hotel room was a simple and touching wedding ceremony with only the most important people in our small family.
It was just the way they wanted it.
(Well, except for Parker attempting to break out in a hockey game in the middle of it all and then force loud burps.)
But, besides that, the love was in the air.
Our family has blessedly grown by one.