Happy Love Story

“Yeah? What?”
“That just isn’t happening, babe. It’s…”
“Too Ocean Beach, right? That’s what bugs you. Well, I think this wedding dress and some glittery silvery shiny flip-flops, perfect.”
“I don’t know what my parents will think. They’re, you know, east coast.”
“From what I hear, people back there don’t even wear SOCKS with their top-siders and dress pants.”
“That’s true.”
“Think of all those sweaty feet in those top-siders. Now that’s gross. You’re wearing socks to our wedding, right? I mean if you wear those dress shoes?”
“I AM wearing dress shoes and you should wear heels.”
“I’m wearing flip-flops, babe.” She spun around the room on her bare feet. “Or nothing.”
“On my FEET, silly.”
Kevin’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the number. “Gotta’ go, babe. See you later.” He kissed her quickly on the mouth and left. He hurried around the building — they were lucky to find an apartment right on the beach like this but parking was a bitch as was extricating oneself from the whole labyrinth of a beach town. It was worth it. Tiffany had never lived anywhere but on the beach. If he wanted her — and he did! — he had to toe her line. Well, OK.

Tiffany held her wedding dress up against her and looked in the mirror! How could she have been so LUCKY! Here was Kevin, gorgeous and doing well in his hedge fund business already! Only twenty-two… Her same age! OMG!!!

(The writer — a wise old woman — interjects here to let the reader know that there will be no tragedy. Kevin will not be in a car wreck on the entry ramp to the freeway, though godnose it’s a bitch, and Tiffany will not suddenly get a phone call from a longed for lost ex, nothing like this. This is going to be a pretty trite story in which, well, never mind.)

“Hi Mom!”
“Hi sweetie. Thanks for meeting me! You know I hate driving down there. It’s SUCH a tangle! I don’t know why you couldn’t have moved up to Del Mar nearer dad and me.”
“No problem, Mom. I’ll meet you anywhere.” Tiffany gave her mom a hug and a kiss.
“Where do you want to look for shoes?”
“SHOES? I’m wearing flip-flops.”
“Sweetie, listen. Kevin and his family are from the east coast. It’s a much more formal part of the country than California. Why don’t you show them a little respect and get some nice dress shoes to go with your dress? Remember. It’s Kevin’s grandmother’s dress. I don’t think back in the 50s women wore flip-flops to weddings, or anywhere. It won’t look good, baby. Why do you always wear your hair in your face?”
“Oh stop mothering me MOTHER!” giggled Tiffany. “How about Macy’s? I don’t want to spend a fortune on shoes I’ll only wear once, right?”

“So, Kev, dude, how’s the gearing up for the wedding?”
“Good, except Tiffany insists on wearing flip-flops.”
“Put your foot down, dude. I mean, you know, like seriously.”
“I just know my parents. They’re so, you know, New Jersey.”
“Yeah. Well, just tell her.”

Kevin got home that night to find, in the middle of the dining room table, a shoebox from Macy’s. “Babe?”
“In here!”
“What’s on the table?”
“Oh, my mom bought me shoes for the wedding. Go ahead and open it!”
Kevin took the lid off the box and found inside a pair of pointed-toe shoes (low heels; Tiffany didn’t think she could walk in a REAL 1958 replica pair!) that would go perfectly with his mom’s 1958 wedding dress. “I love you babe. AND your mom!”


The two weeks until the wedding passed in the blink of an eye. Tiffany looked gorgeous in grandma’s wedding dress. Kevin was every inch the proud groom. The shoes were perfect, “Look like shoes my mom would have worn,” sobbed Kevin’s mom into her Irish lace handkerchief. At the reception, Kevin’s mom packed up two slices of wedding cake for them to freeze for their first wedding anniversary. They went to Hawaii for their honeymoon and everyone lived happily ever after.


9 thoughts on “Happy Love Story

  1. Sweet story. I like the lesson in it that this couple is learning early in their marriage about compromise and sometimes making the other person’s feelings and needs come first, as well as that sometimes societal conventions are worth following in order to avoid a lot of drama and to make others happy. Our current culture has become ridiculously slanted towards taking care of our own wants and needs and not doing things that go against our individualism without any thought to anyone else.

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