Mr. and Mrs. George Beckman
request the pleasure of your company
at the marriage of their daughter
Mr. Gregory Richard Lubinski
on Saturday, the sixteenth of March,
Two thousand thirteen
at three o’clock in the afternoon
And with this, George realized the money he had been socking away for a little boat, nothing fancy, something he could take out on the protected waters fishing on the weekends, maybe take his pal Steiner along, was gone. There was the dress, the flowers, the photographer, the limo, the invitations and custom napkins, the wedding venue, the reception with catering, band, cake, and the lace-trimmed wishing well thing Ronnie got for envelopes at some crazy bridal fair. After a while, he just signed his name to the checks and handed them to his wife, sighing, watching his boat slowly sink out of sight.
“Daddy,” Ronnie came flying in one Saturday morning. “You have to go with Greg and his dad to get fitted for tuxes.” He grumbled about wearing a “monkey suit,” but dutifully went, bearing with the humiliations of being measured for something he would wear only one night. He watched the groom, standing awkwardly as the tailor inserted pins around his cuffs and zipped a tape measure up his inner leg to his crotch, and he realized this boy—this young man—was willing to go through all this bullshit for the same reason as he was—the boy loved his little girl.
The day of the wedding, he put his favorite cap on his head and stood still while his wife pinned a peach flower to his lapel. (All the bridesmaids wore peach dresses—his daughter’s idea. It looked like a tissue box had exploded in the back of the limousine.) “George, take your hat off. Ronnie will not like it. Don’t spoil this day for her.”
“I will when we get there but I just don’t feel right without it,” he grumbled.
When he went to peek in on his daughter, trusty hat still on his head, he felt his heart stop for a moment. Seeing her there, dressed in a most beautiful white dress, her face glowing, her smile radiant, blowing happiness around her like a supernova, he felt the visceral assault of the moment. She looked like his wife when they had first gotten married, graceful and fresh. And she looked like the little girl who had once told him, “Daddy, I lub boo,” with popsicle dribbling out of her mouth. He saw the teenager who had once shouted, “Daddy, you don’t get it! If you loved me you would let me go!” And he saw the young woman, holding a mortarboard to her head at her college graduation, who said, “Thank you for this, Daddy. I hope I grow up to be just like you.”
At the end of the night, a beautiful wedding, a great dinner, happy people dancing, two young people clearly in love and happy, he realized he could start saving for a new boat tomorrow. It was a small cost for this kind of happiness for so many. It was a good night.
Eyes: IKON Lucid Eyes – Hazel (ML) by Ikon Innovia for IKON *
Tuxedo: L&B Mesh (MED) “Modern White Open Tuxedo” by Paul Lapointe for Lapointe & Bastchild *
Hat: JfL flat cap grey tweed by Johnfrancis Laville for JfL Men’s Store *
Boutonniere: [EvF] “Sakura” Deluxe Boutonniere – Peach v2 by Bastchild Lotus for Lapointe & Bastchild *
Shoes: Colbert Black by Eponymous Trenchmouth for Jeepers
Poses by Scarlet Chandrayaan for Magnifique Poses
Photographed at Wedding Isle