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Now, fellows, do not let your wife kid you even for a minute. Those last 10 pounds that she says she "can't lose"...well, it's not that she can't lose them. No way! It's that she won't lose them!

You see, if she doesn't lose the last ten pounds, then she has a good excuse not to try her wedding dress on for you ever again.

So there we were, husband and wife, for nearly 12 years in our ignorant bliss. My wife had never learned the lesson about not losing the last ten pounds.

If only the experienced women of the world had known, they would have been screaming from the rooftops to her, "Don't do it, girl! Don't lose the last ten pounds!"

Neither of us suspected that fateful day would come and change the world forever. We had been lulled to sleep with a false sense of security by our chocolate-chip cookie-dough ice cream. In ignorant bliss, day-by-day, she began to take notice that very likely she would fit into that twelve-year-old wedding dress.

Suddenly, the day comes when the last ten pounds are gone.

She goes into the bedroom and carefully takes out the dress from its special hiding place where no man would ever look! She double-checks to make certain her estimate was correct, and she determines that it is a definite possibility. She wiggles into the dress, and it seems to fit perfectly.

She calls me in to have a look. Wow! She looks as beautiful as the very first time I saw her in it. She is beaming from ear to ear about her accomplishment of fitting into the dress. Then she makes her first big mistake!

The dress is not yet zipped-up in the back, nor is the little bows snapped-up into place either. This would be the final test to see whether the dress really fits.

She turns around. The last time I saw her in that dress with the zipper down was but a mere 11 years, 3 months, 8 days, 13 hours, and 50 minutes earlier. But, who's counting?

The vague memory comes to my mind of having done something like this once before.

However, something is not right. Something is very perplexing about this. Hmm! Oh yes, previously, my job had been to unzip not zip-up the dress.

With a little coaching from my wife, I zip-up her beautiful dress. I fasten the hook, and I attach the little bows.

There we stand ...in a moment of time that few couples have dared to share before. In ignorant bliss, we delight together, how wonderful the dress fits! How beautiful it looks upon her!

I carefully take hold of the veil. It is draped over the back of her hair where I had left it many years before when I had proudly lifted it to kiss my wife for the very first time in front of family, friends, and loved ones.

I gently bring it back to its original place as a covering veil adorning my bride. The memory that it recalls for us both is delightful.

Many days had come and gone between that first day I saw her standing in the dress and this day. Some days were memorable; some days were forgotten in the blur of passing time.

However, this new day, like the first day, is a day that I will never forget. My wife is standing before my very eyes in her beautiful wedding dress ...like a bride adorned for her husband.

While upon that very first night twelve years earlier, in my eagerness to ...well, let's say, to hit a home run, what was about to happen on this new day would be the revealing truth that would shock the world.

On our wedding night, let's face it fellows, we have the confident expectation that we are going to get lucky. Perhaps like no other night in our lifetime, on that night, we pretty much figure we have it coming to us. Whatever we've done wrong is not remembered. Whatever we've done right is about to be rewarded.

In our eagerness to get lucky, therein lies the secret of our vulnerability.