The pink and white circlet of flowers she’d placed on her golden curls reminded me of the one she’d worn at her party when we were fifteen, and I cherished that moment in memory. As we exchanged vows, no man on earth could have felt more proud having this vision of loveliness become my wife.
Instead of the elegant reception we’d originally had in mind, once the brief ceremony was over, our parents took us all out for dinner to the same fancy restaurant we’d dined at after graduation.
My dad had given us a used car as a wedding present, and somebody, probably George, had a tied a bunch of cans to the back fender. “JUST MARRIED” was spray-painted on the rear view windshield.
I laughed at what my friends had done to our new car, but my eagerness to get my wife alone was becoming a toe-tapping, sweaty palms issue. After all I was heading to Chicago for boot camp tomorrow.
I laughed at what my friends had done to our new car, but my eagerness to get my wife alone was becoming a toe-tapping, sweaty palms issue. After all I was heading to Chicago for boot camp tomorrow.
Excerpt from When Sailors Play by Susan Jean Ricci
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Love this! So sweet, Susan :) I wanted cans tied to the back of my car for our wedding, but it never happened. So romantic, though!
ReplyDeleteI agree wholeheartedly, Jacquie. So sweet, so innocent!
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