Step daughter

Had lunch in downtown Disney with my step daughter yesterday. Met her new boyfriend whom she met online. I thought the online dating thing was for older people, guess not because shes 25.   She has a Disneyland pass and visits the park as often as she can. She lives in Ventura. I on the other hand reside a mere 15 minutes from the park and haven't been in years. They were both wearing lanyards with all kinds of pins on them. Big Disney fans. We were supposed to meet at Rainforest Cafe but there was a 45 minute wait so we ended up at Tortilla Joes. They've been dating for a little more than 3 months and are still in the endearing romantic beginning of their relationship. Throughout lunch there were numerous loving looks, little kisses, etc. Very different from the interactions that I have with my husband. She seems very happy, so I am happy for her. She was excited that she was going to meet up with her mom later in the week because her mom seems to be back on her meds. Their relationship has been very tumultuous. I can't imagine being raised by a schizophrenic mother. It was very hard for her. But on the other hand, she made it her mission to not be like her mom. She graduated with honors from UC Davis. She works full time. She has carved out a nice little life for herself  nd I am so proud of her. I realized that my sons probably thought the same. They don't want to be like me or my husband either. But in their case that's not a good thing because we are honest hard working parents. My eldest son, also 25, I know what you must be thinking; 2 kids the same age? I will save that story for another day. Well my 25 yr old son lives in my garage. He doesn't have any plans on ever leaving. In fact he asks me when I'm moving! My middle son is 19 and is a huge pothead. Always in some kind of trouble with the law. I foresee a difficult life for him if he doesn't change his ways. My 16 yr old is still in high school and he is the only one of the boys that talks about moving out. 3 very different sons living under one roof. Getting them to open up is difficult. Step daughter on the other hand has no problem telling me things that I sometimes prefer not to know about , such as her upcoming birthday camping trip with her boyfriend that she calls acid camping. Acid and camping don't go hand in hand in my book. I have never done acid and when I hear the word, the go ask Alice song goes off in my head. I told her about some young young hikers who recently were missing for 3 days and to be careful.