She was on her way to her best friend’s wedding. Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride. Well, this will be four for me. No one talks about what happens to a woman after that third time. As a girl, she had always loved weddings. The handsome groom, his radiant bride, beautiful flowers, soft music and one sweet kiss. Subconsciously, Therese brushed her mouth with her fingertips. What is it like to be kissed? She wasn’t a little girl anymore; she was a grown woman – a single woman. Each wedding she attended was harder and harder. The girls at college had preferred the term “unclaimed blessing” rather than “old maid”. All her friends had now been claimed, but Therese was still an old maid. She heard a baby’s cries coming from across the aisle. That was her big dream – to be someone’s wife and the mother of his children. Therese knew that her friend, the bride-to-be, was more interested in continuing her career than starting a family. We’ll always be friends, but life will be different now. They’ll have something I might never experience. He’s a wonderful guy. But is he the last of a dying breed? Good Christian men who want to have a wife and kids. Why does it seem like all the women who don’t want to have children get married first?