Nastia turns Eighteen

It's hard to believe that it has been over seven years since we bought back to young ladies from Russia.
     The oldest, who was turning ten when we first met her in the summer of 08' has turned eighteen. She works hard at being grown up sometimes and at other times she is still some much a child. I can see her growing and becoming an amazing person, yet I still see the person who will come down after a shower to eat dinner and some how get food stuck in her hair. She is sweet and loving and trusts too much. In this world today that is a blessing and a curse.
     She says she has friends and you ask her what their names are and she will say, "Oh I don't know" or "His name is Brian", asked what his last name is she won't know. Told he wants more then friendship, She will shake her head 'No', because at her age she knows.
     I worry about her and her sister all the time and every so often my Mom will let it be known that she worries about her children still and I know it will never end. I guess that is OK.
     I guess all of the above is the introduction to her birthday dinner at Gilligan's Restaurant in Sloatsburg on Saturday.
     There was seven of us. Teri, Nastia, Elena, Nancy, Myself, my Mother and David.
     David bought his present to Nastia with him. We sat down and Nastia was given the gift. David starts to squirm and laugh a little nervously, while talking to Nastia behind a menu.
     Nastia puts the bag with the gift on the table and it's a Zales bag, the diamond store is written on the bag. It's a small bag. She takes the gift out of the bag and it is a small square wrapped box. My mind is blank. It is too much to make sense of. The phrase, 'The Diamond Store' is rattling around in the back of my mind and I have been scared and angry about this for a while. In the back of my mind I am looking at two stupid, naive children. One of them recently told me when she couldn't come up with a birthday gift that, "Boy relationships are tough."
     Nastia un wraps a small box which is a ring box and then opens the box. An 'oh' of delight escapes her mouth. She turns the box toward her mother and I. I see a ring with many small stones in it and I am unsure if David has just given her an engagement ring or not. I try to play it cool and wait for confirmation one way or the other. You know like someone dropping to their knees. I manage to say, in a small guarded voice, half a croak, half whisper, "Oh that is nice." I then proceed to grab my knife, no not to do that, put to butter a piece of bread my shaking hand has just grabbed because I need something to do. At this time I am not a happy camper.
     A little later on conversation goes on to the future and them getting married or something like that and I tell David that the best way for him to survive getting engaged to my daughter and he laughs, a nervous laugh, I tell him to stop, I'm serious, the way to survive engagement is to get a job, be able to take care of yourself and put some money away. It was the not nicely said, but it would go a long way to my relaxing about them.
     Later the conversation got around to the courses he is taking at RCC and the job prospects he can expect. I have to introduce him to Eric so he can learn about the way mechanics are treated at dealerships. I thought they were mistreated. He said they wanted to hire him right now. He is still young enough that if he makes a mistake it won't affect the rest of his life. Well as long as he doesn't wait ten years.
     The rest of dinner was un eventful. Nastia and a few others had dessert and we all went home.