A couple weeks ago I got my hair cut. I must say, I love my hair stylist and the only reason I pay $60 for a haircut (besides the fact that she does a fantastic job and my hair looks great....at least until I wash it), is that I really enjoy talking to her. Our small talk quickly turns into heart-to-heart discussions. Motherhood, working out, balancing marriage and kids with a career .... these are all things we discuss in length during my therapy session...er...I mean haircut.
The conversation went something close to this:
Hair Therapist: So are you guys going to get away for spring break?
HT: How fun! Do you like the guy she is marrying?
HT: (look of surprise) Oh...so you aren't very close with your sister?
HT: How many do you have?
HT: (even more surprised) Wow. Well....how long have they been together?
HT: (surprise has turned into eye-popping shock) You mean they've only been engaged for two months and they are getting married in April?
HT: (trying to recover...) Wow. That's really fast. (She mulls this over for a few seconds). How old is your sister, anyways?
HT: That's really quick AND young! I hope they at least wait to have kids! (I bite my lip and decide against telling her that this is actually my sister's second marriage and she has an adorable 3 1/2-year old son.)
And that I was also married at 25 and Ed was 23. And at 25, as ridiculous as it sounds, I think many in my congregation and my family had lost hope that I would ever get married.