Priceless

How do you tell a story from the beginning, yet not make it drag on. Yet, make the reader want to know more.

Do you start at the beginning? Or the end?  Or the middle? Or maybe, it's not really the middle or the end, it's the present?

How do you start?

You start at a wedding at the end of the year. With a group of people you love. A group of people that love you.

This is how love looks. Not the Hollywood version, but the real world version. Only, we were in Hollywood. So, I guess we did get the Hollywood version of this story.....

The trip to Los Angeles was a surprise to both the both the boys. When they walked in from their dads there were suitcases and plane tickets waiting. For a moment, they did wonder if it was Hawaii.

There were new suitcases. A piece of paper on the top of each bag.

Where are we going? I don't know. Open the envelope.

LAX.

My sons "uncle" picked us up. With his "bride to be". (Only the boys thought this was his girlfriend). Her daughter too - she is 10.

I do love his girlfriend. She's good for him. They are good for each other.

Besides, how many times can you say you were at a former boy/girl friends wedding?

At this point, I knew, but the boys didn't.  Well, they knew about the trip (obviously), but they still didn't know about the wedding.

Long story short. I woke the boys up Sunday morning in Southern California by saying their Uncle wasn't haven't a football party that day. "Why?" "What happened?"

Oh, there's still a party.

Only it's a wedding.

I love priceless.