“I see that you’re wearing your 18-hour support bra,” Donald says to his wife, Gina.
“It’s going to be a long day,” she tells him. “The girls are going to need all the support they can get. I noticed that you trimmed your nose hairs. Turn your head and let me see your ears.”
Donald does as he’s told and turns his head to prove to his wife that he has taken care of his unwanted ear hair as well.
“Excellent!” she praises him.
“What about you?” he asks in return. “Satisfied with your goatee?”
“All lip and chin hairs have been plucked, waxed and vanquished. I tell you, getting old is a…”
“Language, my dear. Remember, we must be on our best behaviour for Marley’s wedding.”
“I still can’t believe our little baby is all grown up and getting married.”
“And I can’t believe how much you paid for those support panty hose of yours,” he teases his bride of thirty years.
She laughs, and then they both agree that the thing they have the hardest time believing is how fast time has flown. It seems like it was only yesterday that they were planning their own wedding. Yet here they are, three decades older and feeling every minute of their age. The late night parties of the past have been replaced by a ten p.m. bedtime. The eat-whatever-you-want-whenever-you-want meals are gone, too and in their place are meals that won’t give them heartburn or raise their cholesterol levels. Trips to exotic locales are now a distant memory as well; while frequent visits to their family doctor are fresh in their mind.
“Time flies when you’re having fun, eh baby?” Donald asks his wife.
“Indeed it does,” she says. “Here’s hoping that Marley and Craig will be as happy together as we have been.”
They affectionately join hands and head towards the limousine that will drive them to the next chapter in their lives.