Been There; Done That

Yesterday I attended a lovely wedding in a local church. It was very interesting. I forget from time to time the extent of the ceremonies and festivities involved in a church wedding. I couldn't help comparing their wedding with my own just 6 short months ago and then quickly going back to my first wedding in 1967.

My mind can skip from one place to another as quickly as the snap of a finger. I wondered if Diane was as nervous as I was that rainy June night so long ago. I had no apprehensions about the person I was marrying, but I did have lots of questions about me as a wife. I thought I knew that man so well and as the months, slowly at first, rolled into years, I found out Tom WAS the solid, dependable man I first thought he was and became a rock I leaned on for so long.

My new husband is so very different from my first. And, even though I try not to make comparisons, it is almost possible not to do so, especially as I sat there waiting for the ceremony to begin. Bob is a good man, but very much a mystery at times. He keeps so much to himself. I wonder where he goes mentally when he has that "look" in his eyes, or what is going on when he looks at me and doesn't say anything at all, just looks. I ask, but his reply is usually, "Oh nothing."

Diane looked beautiful, of course. Skip looked handsome. Father of the bride looked very distinguished and "cleaned up nice." I work with all of them, and seeing them in "regular people clothes" is always interesting. These are people I have seen outside of work for they are also friends, but being dressed in all the "froo froo" finery, is another issue all together.

Bob worked until after the ceremony, but I had time to come home and get him for the reception. There were other people there from work. They cleaned up nicely too, especially the men who work in engineering. They are usually wearing "overalls", sweaty, and totally different from today. It's good to be in a different scenario and socialize outside of work.

The happy couple leaves today on a cruise. I wish them well. And, here I jump again, what about poor little "Bubba" who is left behind? He will have to suffer staying with Diane's father, who absolutely spoils him rotten. It's a rough life. (Bubba is actually a Yorkie. He just doesn't know he's a "D-O-G.")