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Or that was what I expected when she didn’t meet me at the door.
Instead, what I got was her rushing at me in the white dress I married her in, looking at me with her whole heart in her eyes.
“Take me for a ride on your bike,” she ordered, throwing herself at me.
I caught her easily, pulling her into my arms.
Her dirty wedding dress made the smile on my face grow even wider.
“You want to go on a ride in that?” I teased.
She nodded. “I’ve spent the entire day homeschooling the kids. My mom’s here to watch them, and we’re going to use this time wisely. Now, take me for a ride or lose me forever.”
I pulled her into my arms. “Show me the way you want to leave home, honey.”
She pressed her mouth to mine, and then even though I was tired as hell, I walked her back to my bike, handed off her helmet, fitted mine in place, and then helped her get on behind me.
Once the dress was situated, she said, “This Coronavirus thing needs to die in hell. I’m ready to get back to normal.”
I agreed. This definitely wasn’t the anniversary that I saw coming.
However, it was the one we were given, and at least we were alive to celebrate it.
“Want to go to Whataburger?” I called when we met our first stop sign, ignoring the looks from the car beside us who looked at my girl like the weirdo she was.
She looked at me with her heart in her eyes. “I’d go anywhere with you.”
So that was exactly what we did.
For our fifteenth wedding anniversary, in her wedding dress, we went for a ride down the back roads of Uncertain, Texas. Rode to Whataburger forty minutes away, and she dripped fancy ketchup down the middle of her boobs, staining her bodice.
The red stain joined the tomato sauce one from our first wedding anniversary. The shit stains from our second—gotta love having young children. The throw up stains from our fifth—battling morning sickness during the first eight weeks of pregnancy was tough on my girl.
It also joined a multitude of others, including the one from last year—beer. We’d sat on our back deck for hours until we were both so drunk, we could barely hold up our beer.
But those stains didn’t matter. That stain was just one more memory we’d have of our beautiful, crazy life together.
Book:Vodka on the Rocks
CHAPTER 12
Can an OBGYN tell who does kegels? Like do they look at certain vaginas and say, “Man, your vagina is ripped?”
-Downy to Memphis
DOWNY
“Baby,” Memphis said. “It’s going to be all right.”
I looked over at my wife, my heart in my throat. “But they’re supposed to get married. I was supposed to walk her down the aisle.”
“I know.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
“This shit is for the birds,” I grumbled, my eyes on fire. “I can’t believe this stupid freakin’ virus ruined this for them.”
“You may think it’s ruined, but they will get married, honey. It may not be the most traditional of weddings, but they’ll figure it out,” she whispered.
They would. I would see to it.
