_Epilogue- Alexander_
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” - Aristotle
_Harmony of our hearts_
August 19th, 2017.
Nothing will ruin this day, for today is our wedding day.
Surrounded by her family, my family, our friends, the people who mean the most to us.
Today I marry the woman of my destiny.
Tamara did an amazing job decorating Lili’s father’s woodlands, especially on such short notice. Lili made it clear all purchasing were to be done through the local shops in the nearby town to keep things simple; Tamara doesn’t do simple; Tamara enjoys going over the top and detailed. Lili gave up and allowed her assistant free reign.
Colorful lilies were perfectly placed, the yard, or ‘garden’ as Lili called it, held a tent, tables and chairs, and just enough to seat right around fifty people. We wanted this kept small.
There is a makeshift white cloth archway between two oak trees near the pond. Rows of chairs with an aisle in between completed the look. The sun is not hampered by clouds today, an omen, or a token from my brother Owen.
“We are looking damn good today, my brothers.” Shark strides to my side as we wait in the garage. I’m not nervous, there is nothing to be nervous about today. I will have my siren, my wife in my arms soon enough.
Shark, Ford, Brett, and I are dressed in our dress blues, the only request my bride asked of us, and I wasn’t going to deny her. Ford looked uncomfortable as hell but wouldn’t dare voice his opinion.
“Zander! You have to go! We are about to start!” Tamara yells, pushing past the men and shoving me out the door. “Scoot. Out. You’re going to ruin it.”
I hold my hands up in surrender and chuckle, “alright, alright. I’m going.”
Once outside, I stand there under the draped linens and converse with the minister, a mid-fifties man in the early stages of balding, a white mustache and beard, and a laidback spirit about him. The sun is shining brightly, and the mid-morning August heat is making its presence known. Guests wave little fans around as the seating begins to fill. Soft music begins and my heart leapt inside my chest. We kept things casual for this wedding with only the party dressed formally. We will change right after the ceremony and pictures.
Country weddings involve getting dirty, no need to ruin the bride’s dress.I’ll be sure to help my wife change out of it, we might just be a bit before getting back out to mingle with the crowd.
Ford, my best man, started down the aisle with Shark and Brett behind him. They clapped my shoulder and shook my hand, then stood at my side, an empty chair with a sign draped on it next Brett, Owen’s spot. He’s here with us today. Every day.
Gran, Lili’s matron of honor, started the line for the women with Tamara and my sister Emma following, all carrying a small bouquet of colorful lilies. They dressed similarly in modest knee length navy-blue dresses, contrasting well with the white floral arraignments and pairing pristinely with our suits. They each gave a kiss to my cheek, Gran lingering for a second to express her adoration for me loving her granddaughter, and how proud she is of us, then they went to their set positions.
Next came Lili’s eight-year-old sister Sadie holding the hand of Mallory, Lili’s two-year-old niece and our little flower girl. In Sadie’s other hand was a leash. Tamara came up with the idea to have Hank as the ring bearer. My pup had on his tuxedo scarf and a pillow on his back with the rings. Let’s hope we can keep him clean enough to have pictures. No doubt my pup is eyeing that massive pond in the foreground.
“I’m so excited to have a big brother now!” Sadie says handing me the leash and wrapping herself around me in a hug. I smile and hug her back then watch as she sits next to her dad, Lili’s mom is not in attendance today.
I hand Hank over to Ford just as the tingles of awareness shiver through me.
It’s time.
The music changed toBetter Togetherby Jack Johnson.
Everyone stood.
No single word and no set song can describe our love, but when combined, magic is made. I’m ready to travel the universe with this amazing lady.
The first glimpse I caught of my beautiful bride about dropped me to my knees. The rays of sun hit her as she came out from behind the awning by the garage, her father Daniel at her side and dressed in his dress blues.
I just saw her. Only her.
There was no containing my smile as I fought back tears.
She is so beautiful.
Her white lace dress fell just off her shoulders, hugging her delectable curvy figure, curves I have traced time and time again, never having enough. Her blonde hair flowed in long loose curls down her back, framing her glowing face, a sparkle of her Gran’s gold hair comb glittering in the sunshine. I met her eyes, those luscious deep blue gray pools shone brightly, no storm in sight, her smile,God, that smile, it’s the smile I know will be mine for the rest of our days.