Went to a wedding a few weeks ago and made teenage-me's dream come true. It's a bit long, but a fun ride ;)
We hugged in the receiving line after the ceremony.
“Wendy! It’s been ages! We’re so glad you could come!”
Mr. Reynolds was the dad we all had a crush on in high school. He was tall, fit and handsome; perpetually dressed in a suit and tie – unless it was a weekend. He was sweet, smart, and funny. And he always let us drink at their house. His hair had gone gray since I’d last seen him.
“I couldn’t miss Julia’s biggest day ever!” I answered.
He looked me up and down. I really haven’t changed much since I was 16, but I was more of a woman now in a few key ways. He smiled.
“Let’s catch up at the reception.”
Mrs. Reynolds was also happy to see me but less… enthusiastic. Her and her ex-husband had been divorced for about two years now. We hugged and I left the church, immediately heading back to my hotel to get ready for the reception.