My son calls and tells me that he and his fiancée will be visiting us later in the evening. He adds, “Hey Mom, just a heads up, try to stay calm,” and then ends the call. Now, I’m not one to hide my emotions. Later, when I open the door, everything becomes clear. She had tattoos. Full-sleeve tattoos, nose ring, buzzed hair on one side. Not what I expected from the girl my son said he wanted to marry.
