The Wedding Gift

It was Mary’s wedding day. She loved Andrew. Still, things are not perfect, she thought. Someone’s missing. Mary’s parents divorced two years ago. She and her father had been close; now she rarely saw him. He was usually away on business.

Her sister and mother came into the room, interrupting Mary’s thoughts.

“Mary! You’re beautiful!” her mother said, sniffling.

“Mom, don’t cry, or I’ll start crying and ruin my makeup!”

“You are beautiful,” Rose said as she fixed her sister’s veil. “You’re gonna knock Andrew’s socks off!”

Mary laughed as the emotional moment passed. Her sister could always make her laugh.

“Are you happy?” her mother asked.

Mary hesitated as images of her father flashed through her mind. She didn’t realize she was frowning.

“Okay, out with it. You can’t fool me,” Rose said.

“Everything’s perfect, except . . . . ”

“I know!” Rose exclaimed. “It’s Dad! He’s not coming, so get over it. He’s hardly ever around!”

It hurt, but it was true.

“It’s time, ladies!” said the wedding coordinator.

Mary’s mother held her hands, “I love you. You’re going to be happy with Andrew. But I’ll miss you.”

“I know, Mom. We’d better go.”

The three women left the room.

As Mary stood in the back of the church, waiting to walk down the aisle to meet her future husband, she couldn’t help but wonder what her father was doing at this very moment. Things would be so different if not for the divorce.

Mary felt a rush of air behind her as the back door to the church opened.  She didn’t even have time to turn around when she heard a familiar voice whisper into her ear, “Hello, Sweetheart. May I escort you down the aisle?”

At that moment Mary knew. She could not have asked for a better wedding gift.


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