There is a wedding in our future. Now, I have suspected this to be the truth for about 27 years. From the first time the nurse passed the little bundle into my arms I "knew" there was a wedding in our future. It was not to recently that I might have reached the point that I might supply a date. It is a time of great excitement, and some anxiety (there is much to do). Still, in any extremity there are those moments.....
I was sitting in a bridal shop (not one of my usual haunts I assure you), looking at an enormous wall of mirrors. I mean, lots of mirrors. Young brides were bustling into and out of the dressing rooms. There were bright smiles, and facial expressions reserved for tasting something that was recently inside something else's intestinal track. You really have to be involved to make that disgusted a look over a dress..... A man in a wedding dress store is individual in an unknown and unfamiliar environment.
There at the far end of the room, with her style of dress hanging on the hook (so that we might offer the appropriate words of support for her selection) was my daughter. Her mother was there by her side as they tried on any of the dozens of veils available. Suddenly over the overhead speaker came Ben E Kings song "Stand By Me". Almost 30 years ago, before the life that has become so central to my existence was even contemplated, we danced to that song at the ceremony that cemented the partnership that would bring our young bride into existence. Suddenly, in response to the music I saw my wife looking my way. For just a minute she acknowledged my presence, and was then back to the task at hand. They tried several veils, and I guess finally reached a decision. I could not hear the conversation, nor would I have intruded for any reason that I can conceive. They were enjoying one of those moments....... and I was just a witness.
Still, a witness to love is never a bad thing.
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