Another First

It was a fairy tale wedding, Saturday night. Could not have been more beautiful. Such a well matched couple. Their futures so bright before them. Everyone so happy. The bride was exquisite. Her father, so proud. I am glad I have sons. I am glad the tradition is that the father walks the bride down the aisle. We won't have to worry about that at least. Lou won't be there. He won't be there to see his sons get married. That hurts, deeply. How proud he would be, whenever that time comes. This was the first wedding I've attended since Lou died. It was hard. Parts of it were very hard for me. The vows. "For better or worse, in sickness and in health..." Sigh. Those vows are real. I took them very seriously. And I am proud of that. We had the "better", we had "health", so we take what comes with it. That's what a vow is, isn't it. No matter what. I remember our day so clearly. How sure I was. How happy I was. How in love I was. How long ago that was. So long ago.... I made it through the ceremony with my kleenex and waterproof mascara. The dinner was so lovely. I was seated with dear friends, thank you. That helped so much. Then, on to dancing. You all know I love to dance. I sat on the sidelines with my friends. We had dessert. We drank champagne. We checked out all the pretty young girls and their party dresses. And then, quite late, a girlfriend wanted to dance. And her husband did not. And onto the dance floor we went. And then, pretty soon, there were several of us out there, dancing up a storm. Girlfriends. Laughing and having a good old time. We danced a few numbers. And then, we drifted off, each our own ways, it was time to go. I made it through the night. And it was not so bad. It was not so bad at all. It was different. It was not the same. And I missed Lou. But I made it through. And I'm glad I went. I made it through another first. The first of many, I know.