The Honeymoon

The reception had ended and the newlyweds had just arrived at their honeymoon resort. After supper and champagne, the groom retired to the bedroom. But Rebecca pulled a chair up to the balcony doors and sat there, gazing up at the stars. 

"Honey," asked the somewhat impatient husband. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

"No," Rebecca said. "My mother told me this was going to be the most beautiful night of my life, and I don't want to miss a single minute of it."