The standard question to ask when you see a gathering of three young ladies in the Lobby Lounge with a few drinks backed up in front of themselves and one of those young ladies is wearing a bridal veil is, stuff “So when are you getting married?”
I asked the standard question.
The standard answer you hope to receive to the standard question is, “In two weeks! I’m so happy and in love!”
I didn’t get the standard answer.
I got something better, view and here’s what it was.
“Oh, I’m not getting married. My dad just got remarried.”
The standard follow up to the nonstandard response to the original standard question is, rx “Oh, were you in the bridal party?”
I asked the standard follow up question.
The standard follow up answer you hope to receive to the follow up question to the nonstandard answer is, “Yes, I adore my new step mother! I’m so lucky—now I have two amazing mothers!”
I once again got something other than the standard answer.
“Oh, no. This didn’t come from my dad’s wedding to his new wife.”
Of course, I’m always game to dig the whole a just little deeper. The standard follow up question to the follow up answer to the follow up question to the original answer to the original question is, “Really? So where’s that bridal veil from?”
I’m nothing if not focused and purposeful. I asked the standard follow up question to the follow up to the follow up.
That follow, follow, follow answer you want to get at this point goes something like, “This is the bridal veil I know that I’ll wear on the day I take my great life’s love as my husband. I was inspired by all the love my dad showed to my new step mother yesterday.”
This will probably be no shock to you, but I didn’t hear those words. Instead, these were the last ones that I heard that really mattered.
“This was the veil MY MOM wore to my dad’s first wedding to HER. She thought it would be a riot if I wore it to his wedding. Like it?”