The day after Christmas, Ian's parents visited my parents. Oh my!
The visit took place at my parents house in Lakewood, CA. My mother and stepfather are the two on the right, and Ian's parents are the two on the left. When my parents first met my husband's parents, I was so nervous! You can't imagine two sets of people that seem more different. You can't tell from the picture, but my mother is covered with tattoos! In elementary school, I was the only kid whose mother attended the open house with purple hair. Of course I greatly appreciate my mother's unorthodox ways now, but I was still a bit nervous when my parents first met Ian's parents (I'm sure everyone feels this way when "the parents" meet). Well, the first time they went out together (they didn't meet until after Ian proposed to me because his parents live in China), nothing horrible happened. They all went out to the restaurant that Ian proposed to me at, and while I'm not sure what exactly they talked about that night, all seems to have turned out well. In Chinese culture, they're fond of saying that marriage is not between two people -- it's between two families. I'm not sure if that's always true, but I'm certainly glad that our two families are friends!