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Kelly
So, this is it.
After so many years of all work, hardly any play, I’m finally settling down some of my own roots to grow in love and in my community. Trent and Owen mean everything to me and I’m so very lucky to have met them, even at the cost of some of their ranch, which is coming along nicely.
Let’s face it. I’d never have met the two of them if it hadn’t been for the sabotage happening. I’ve been hoping for the best of days today and the weather is holding up, although it’ll be a tad on the warmer side. A mid-April day with eighty-two as the expected high, and thankfully, no precipitation.
Might wanna have a pool party, if we had a pool.
It’s my wedding day. The day that every little girl dreams about somewhere far off in their future. The white pretty dress, the flowers and oh! The cake. We mustn’t forget the sweetest of things on the sweetest of days. That day is here for me. Right now. No more dreams about when it happens or what it’ll be like, or who with.
Today, I know it’s happening, and what it holds and definitely who’s walking me down the aisle. It’s kind of cliché, but yes, today, I will marry my two best buddies, my lovers. I look down at the different rings on my finger that fit perfectly together, symbolizing how perfect we are for each other.
Recalling the night of the proposal, I compare the feeling of then with the ones raging through my body right now. Then, it’s still surreal, now, it’s explosive. My heart can hardly contain the joy and love that I have found in and with the two of them.
They both are funny and love to have fun and I giggle remembering their silly dance at the engagement party. I had absolutely no idea that would happen and it shows me a side of them that they’re willing to do anything it takes to make our relationship grow in laughter as well as love.
I grab a cup of coffee and take it to the nook, just inside the door of the large kitchen. Taking a seat, I watch as two of the women chase a baby goat to get it out of the new barn. The little buckaroo probably had a whiff of something good and came in there to get it. I chuckle as they topple a couple of chairs while it runs through the venue, mucking it up a little.
Looking toward the field, I see the ranch hands wrangling the horses to get them put up before the guests arrive for the evening. They’ve set the chairs out around the new gazebo, which is off to the side of the venue nestled in a grove of honeysuckle with taller dogwoods in the back. The honeysuckle is in bloom right now, giving off their faint sweet scent.
Deciding for a caterer to come instead of tying up a hog or something like that, I feel it lends an air of elegance, even though we are on a farm. I watch the couple set up the chafing dishes to get them ready for serving pork, chicken and brisket. Salad, veggies and bread round out the meal. We have the same bartender from the engagement party and he’s being a scarecrow for the bar service tonight.
A total loon that one. One of Trent’s older uncles.
My cake is now coming from inside the truck, and my eyes follow the gal setting it up. Such work goes into making one of these masterpieces, and it takes a steady hand and a careful eye in order to put it together. Layer after layer, she places them together with enough icing to hide the cardboard plates. The crowning feature is finally in place and I behold the finished cake in all of its glory.
Until it gets destroyed, piece by cut piece.
Looking at the time, I stop watching the happenings in the yard, and finish my coffee, heading to the back to get myself ready. I start the shower and climb in, letting the warm water run over my shoulders and down my back. This is the last shower I take as Kelly Stuart. The next shower, I’ll be Mrs. Kelly Hawk-Novack.
I step out and dry off, using a dryer on my hair today. I place it all up on top of my head and allow a few strands to fall naturally down my face. Turning the strands into curly wisps, I finish the look, by adding three white roses across the top in front of the loosely tied bun.
You look fabulous! And I wink at myself in the mirror. With the heat today, I forgo the normal allotment of makeup and instead opt for a touch of blush with some mascara. Perfect. Walking into the bedroom, I check out my dress. It is white, it is pretty, but it has some denim. What else would a bride of two farm boys wear on her wedding day?
The denim rides my hips as layers of white organza ruffles cascade down just above my knees, but way lower in the back, forming a short train. The white lace bustier is edged in smaller organza ruffles to match the bottom of the dress. I finish the ensemble with white and silver cowgirl boots and a tiny veil, slipping from under the loose bun on top of my hair. Lilly has made my bouquet from the calla lilies and pink tea roses of the garden.
Set and ready, I hear the knock on the door and I’m whisked away from the silence of the room, down the hall and onto the porch to have both Trent and Owen each take an arm, leading me to the gazebo.
Seeing all of our friends join us in celebrating what we’ve found in each other, makes a tear or two slip down my cheeks from my bright blue eyes. Another reason for light makeup.
Make no mistake as I smile and allow the tears to fall gracefully, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
