Kosta’s mom spent the month of October here in San Diego with us. As you know, I was beyond nervous to meet her. I’m still sort of amazed I didn’t blurt out, Hi! I’m Laura! I’m head over heels in love with your son. Please, Dear God, let me be good enough for you! when I met her. Her connecting flight from Los Angeles landed on the tarmac at the commuter airport. I stood there clinging to my purse watching each person dismount from the plane, trying to pick her out. I hadn’t seen a picture of her. Or talked to her on the phone. I had sent a few cards to Australia but that was it. And then we spotted her. She was carrying a cane, dressed all in black, and although she was pretty far away, she didn’t look particularly happy. She was the last person to climb down the ladder they rolled over to the tiny plane. As she got closer and caught sight of Kosta a spark ignited inside her. She just grinned as she walked the last 20 feet or so through the area that we were not allowed to enter. They hugged. Then I reached out to hug her. Instead of blurting out my undying love for her son, I said Welcome to San Diego, we’re so glad to have you here. in her ear. She smiled wide at me and thanked me. The rest was easy.
Exactly 5 days into our visit, as my Greek brother-in-law predicted, Kosta and his mother were at dinner alone while I was out on a photo shoot. She asked him why he hadn’t proposed to me yet. She balked at him and asked him if he honestly thought he would ever find a better girl? When Kosta told me the story as we lay in bed that night I laughed and let out a deep breath. I was good enough for Mom.