Just A Glimpse

Ben/Glo Productions, 1980

Thirty-four years ago today, my dad said this at our wedding:  "We offered them money or an overpriced extravaganza. They took the overpriced extravaganza." It got a big laugh. He was in his "Diff'rent Strokes" phase, on top of his game, as always. He was 58, still a few years away from his older writer-put-out-to-pasture prolonged phase. Thank God, he didn't know that then. He never would've believed it. My mom was 52. My whole life, she kept trying to quit smoking.  The wedding did the trick.  She quit for good. Twenty years later, the cancer got her, anyway. Thank God, she didn't know that then.  She never would've believed it.

In 1980, photographers were just starting to videotape weddings. We said no to that nonsense. Too tacky, too intrusive. What did we know? To have it all recorded for posterity?  How great that would've been. Oh, well. The memories are all there, maybe a little fuzzy now, but just as sweet. We can always pull out the wedding album for a glimpse of that magical night, 34 years ago. Today.

SJG standard bridal pose at the tender age of 22.

And so, here we are, all these years later, high school sweethearts still making each other laugh about the dumbest things.  I know, I know. I'm a lucky little Jew, that much is true. And something tells me hubby feels the same way, too.