I never imagined my son’s wedding day would end with flashing lights and a runaway bride. When those men flashed their badges and called Lisa’s name, her face changed so fast it was like watching a mask slip. When my son, Daniel, told me he was getting engaged after just three weeks of dating a girl named Lisa, my heart sank.
We were having our regular Sunday dinner, Arnold grilling steaks outside while I finished the salad. Daniel had been unusually quiet all evening, checking his phone and smiling to himself. “Mom, Arnold, I have some news,” he announced, putting his water glass down with deliberate care.
Arnold came in from the patio, spatula still in hand. “Everything okay, buddy?”
“Better than okay.” Daniel’s face broke into a wide grin. “I’m getting married.”
I dropped the serving spoon.
“You’re what?”
“Her name is Lisa. She’s amazing, Mom. She’s smart and funny and beautiful, and we just… connect, you know?”
Arnold sat down slowly.
“How long have you been seeing this girl?”
“Three weeks,” Daniel said proudly, as if this was an accomplishment. “Three weeks?” I echoed, my voice rising. “Daniel, that’s not enough time to decide what college courses to take, let alone choose a life partner!”
“I knew right away,” he insisted.
“When you know, you know.”
“No, honey, you don’t,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “You think you know, but people show their best selves at the beginning. It takes time to truly know someone.”
“Lisa isn’t like that.
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