Weddings...It's About the Happily Ever After
Hello and welcome to another installment of my zany posts. Sit back and enjoy the entertainment.
This past weekend has been a busy one for me. My oldest child (my daughter) got married on Sunday. Since by the time you get to read this, she's already married, I can sneak you a peek at her gown. This was from when she decided this was the one. David's Bridal did a wonderful job showing her many gorgeous dresses, and letting her try them all on. But she decided on this mermaid strapless dress with a LONG veil. If only it was that easy for me to find a dress I loved... But that's another story!
A beautiful bride and of course, I cried.
My daughter wanted a small wedding, which was fine with me. Intimate is nice as we have so few family and friends close by. The wedding took place at her husband's family church and the reception was at the Howell Opera House. The Opera House has character and a unique beauty. Anyone can rent the space out and I'm glad we pushed for someplace with A/C since the weather was hit and miss.
A fun time was had by all!
Interestingly enough, yesterday was also my ten year wedding anniversary. I married my husband in Vegas. Since it was a second marriage for both of us, we did something fun and combined the wedding and honeymoon, visiting the strip, sightseeing and people watching. We even caught a show and spent some time poolside. Destination weddings seem to run in my family since one of my sisters was married on a hill in Hawaii and another on a ship in the ocean.
I love to share those magic moments with readers in my books as well. Writing about weddings gives me a chance to imagine another perfect event, such as a beach wedding from One Night in Laguna....
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Handing Rose a white basket filled with flower
petals, Mel caressed the child’s errant curl, pushing it behind the little
girl’s ear. Rose wore a child’s pink replication of Mel’s wedding dress. They
were “twinsies” as Rose said earlier when they’d gotten ready.
“Is it time?” she asked for the billionth time.
Melanie giggled before replying, yet again, “Soon.”
Standing off to the side of the pool deck, Mel had a hard time tamping down her
own excitement. She smoothed the lace skirt covering her off-white sleeveless
wedding sheath. Her foot tapping, she wanted things to hurry up, ready to begin
living her own happily ever after.
Cole stood barefoot, chatting with the wedding
planner near the water’s edge. His khaki slacks and black golf shirt displayed
his muscular arms and tanned skin. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the
thought of their wedding night in the penthouse suite of the Mondrian, alone.
Using her palm, Melanie fanned her face. Luckily, Rose planned to stay in the
hotel room tonight with Lauren, Mac, and the kids. Melanie didn’t want a repeat
of her disappearing act.
Dressed in his Scottish dress kilt, complete with
sporran and jacket, Jim strolled over and shook hands with Cole then they both
laughed at something one of them said. Their merriment spilled, contagious,
over the group assembled, sitting in chairs on the beach. She couldn’t believe
her childhood dream of a wedding on the beach was finally coming true. Meeting
Jim that day had been simply one piece of her magical adventure.
The music changed. Everyone stood and turned.
“It’s time,” Mel’s dad announced, holding out his
elbow to his stay with daughter. “Let’s get this shindig started, so we can
make an honest woman out of you. Cole’s a good man. I know he’ll treat you
right.” Nodding at Rose, he pointed at the steps. “Be careful, sweetie. Take
the steps slow.”
As the little angel wandered off, her tongue
peeking out to the left as she concentrated on dropping the flower petals
behind her, Mr. Whitman turned to his daughter and adjusted her veil over her
face. “Just you wait until her first broken bone. You’ll want her wrapped in
bubble wrap, just as I wanted to keep you safe.”
Melanie leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek and
straightened his bowtie. “I love you, Dad. You’re going to make a fabulous
grandfather. Let’s go make it official.” She took her first step forward toward
the future which had begun with one night in Laguna.
Or sometimes the wedding is the place two characters meet...as in The Heartbroken Cowboy from the Cowboy Up 2 Box set.
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“Weddings are a buzzkill.” A tall man wearing a
tuxedo flopped down into the chair next to her, startling Debra Donahue who’d
been silently tapping her foot to the music. Glad for the distraction from
being single at a wedding, she smiled at the man.
“Most people use weddings as a reason to get their
buzz on.” She studied him. The silver streaks in his hair flattered his
chiseled jawline. His tugging at the neck of his shirt and the worn boots on
his feet told her this man wasn’t used to big fancy shindigs. She smiled at his
discomfort. Clothes make the man, and this one would be happier in jeans and a
work shirt.
“I don’t drink, but could use a strong one, right
now. Not this sissy stuff.” He lifted the glass to his lips, downed the
contents, and shoved his now-empty champagne flute away before he leaned in
toward her. The smell of alcohol on his breath hinted that he’d already had too
much to drink. “Know anyone around here with some whiskey?” The dark sapphire
of his eyes chilled her. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. “I’d
even share.” His voice deepened and became husky with his offer and she
shivered.
“I don’t drink with men I don’t know.” Debra stuck
out her hand. “I’m Debra, and you are?”
The man grabbed another glass of champagne off a
passing waiter’s tray and guzzled the drink in one swallow. “The name’s Johnson
O’Neill. Now about that whiskey.” He reached out and drew her up to standing
then tugged her in close to him. Wrapping his arm around her back, he moved her
body in a slow two-step motion.
Debra gazed into his eyes. “You don’t have to
seduce me for the whiskey.” She stepped out of his embrace and put her hands on
her hips. She frowned.
“That’s not why I drew you into my arms. You were
tapping your foot when I arrived—and I thought you might like a dance. A pretty
woman like you shouldn’t be sitting alone.” He stretched his palm out again in
a plea.
Not so sure, Debra shook her head before she
reached out to him. A zing of hunger flew from his fingers to her hand then her
shoulder. As she settled in close to his body, she felt him sigh. “I’m a friend
of the bride and groom’s. I think they invited me to be nice, but you’re right.
Being alone at the wedding was…what was the word you used?
“Buzzkill?”
“Yes, that’s it. I feel like a wheel on a pair of
skis.”
Weddings are supposed to be the happily ever after of the characters. They have over come horrible odds to find love and the white dress and party is the reward. But life doesn't work that way, right?
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While I did have a previous wedding that was beautiful, it didn't end with my own happily ever after. It was a happily for twenty years and gave me two amazing kids. However, we had changed since those eighteen and twenty-one year olds. My wedding in Vegas was a perfect treat for us as we started our lives over. I wish for my daughter and new son-in-law their own happily ever after. If only I could write it for them as I do for my characters. :)
I look forward to hearing your thoughts and will be back next month on the same date with more reflective posts!
What do you think about weddings in books? Has there been one that you absolutely loved? Or hated? Do you think they are really the true happily ever after?
