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When you're in love, says the bride's best friend — small faults seem to grow smaller and your
happiness increases, and the first year is only the beginning. . . .
■ Dear Elizabeth,
I keep remembering the peanut butter sandwiches you sneaked into my valise when Geary and I left on our honeymoon. They fell out of my bedjacket as I unpacked, and Geary suddenly got a pained look on his face.
"Oh, Janie, no!" he said.
"No what?" I asked, ready to burst into tears.
"Crackers in bed! That's grounds for divorce. That's practically illegal."
"Well, darling." I told him, "you've got a case." And we started to laugh as if it were the funniest thing in the world. But after a while, I got to thinking about how even silly things like that can start trouble, if you're in the mood for trouble. And right then I promised myself never to be in the mood.
Now that you're a bride, I feel awfully sentimental. I remember how lovely you looked as my bridesmaid in that blue taffeta gown with the velvet ribbons in your hair, and even though I was too excited at the time, I pictured you later as a bride in white, and I knew someday soon you'd be one.
I can think of a million things I want to say to make you stay happy — as if Nicky weren't enough. Of course, I'm not the voice of experience. I haven't been married even a year, but I can tell you right now the first year isn't the hardest. I'd say it was the best, if I weren't so sure that the second year is better still, and the third more so.
Probably I don't even have to write this letter. I know you. I know Nicky. You go together. But it's those peanut butter sandwiches. They made me remember what you must have recalled when you gave them to me. The time we were kids together at MGM. The problems we had — first, geography, then learning how to jump Double-Dutch, then boys. We always talked about everything until we collapsed into giggles.
Remember how none of the boys would look at us even after we put on the lipstick we weren't allowed to use? Remember how your brother would always tell us to scram when we wanted to meet his friends? We'd go out behind the schoolhouse between classes, and munch those peanut butter sandwiches, and have crazy conversations about hew someday we'd be beautiful and famous and sought after.
It seems so long ago. ... I guess we're a couple of lucky kids the way things turned out. But you know, even after I got married, I found there were still some childish ideas rattling around in my head, and I have to tell you what I learned. So listen to old Granny Powell.
I'm not the girl I used to be, even though I may look the same. I remember proclaiming to you that a girl mustn't let marriage change her personality. Well, that's ridiculous. Marriage will change you in {Continued on page 104)
Liz, bridesmaid at Jane's wedding, caught the bridal bouquet with anoth
er girl and kept her half until the charm worked.