The thing is that when you have a daughter getting married you find others who are or have been involved in the weddings of their daughters. You also have experiences you would not otherwise have. It seems like it was just yesterday that we were choosing the bands for her orthodontic braces. Recently we had occasion to visit a Bridal Salon to choose a gown for a princess. As we did I watched my sweet girlie morph into an elegant woman. Dancing in her gown on the pedestal she gave me one of those “I will never forget this moment” moments.
Another woman was there. She was alone. She explained her situation to us, even though we did not know her. Weddings have that effect. They make fast friends from strangers. She looked to be about 40 years of age. She said she had never been married before. If I had to guess I would say she is a doctor. She handled the choosing of a dress with the same efficiency as I have seen doctors handle team treatment planning meetings. She needed a dress. She wanted a short one, not a fluffy fru fru one. It had to be modest and she had to buy it today so it had to fit, without alterations.
The first dress she tried on looked silly, and her consultant disappeared. She stood around in the silly dress for a while. I asked her if she wanted our opinion, she said “Sure I can discard it if I don’t like it”. Now you know why I thought she was a doctor. She waited, and waited, then changed back into her street clothes to hunt down some one who would actually assist her. Dragging an unassigned consultant with her she pointed to the dress she wanted. She tried it on, and we, still strangers were delighted with it. It suited her. It fit like a glove. It was an “I have a wedding to attend, I have vows to take,” outfit. It was white, short, had a little jacket so fit the modesty criterion. In it she had her “I say ‘yes’ to the dress” experience, without tears, we clapped, dress purchased she left.
Today I was at a professional seminar and was seated by a colleague I did not know. He looked to be about 60 years of age. He said he had a daughter. I asked him if she was married, since the subject is on my mind. She was. I asked how that was for him. He startled, he nearly fell of his chair. He said “Oh man!!!!! There I am standing at the door of the church; my daughter is on my arm. She looks like a vision in white and I am about to walk her down the aisle and give her to another man. I ask myself ‘BILL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’”
If you have seen your daughter wed or helped plan her wedding, you will know why we were both teary.
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