Finding Love: Epilogue
After the wedding ceremony, everyone went to the reception.
The last hurdle.
Hopefully, there would be enough food and drink.
Surrounded by friends and family, some who had missed the wedding, the happy couple circulated among the group. Still smiling.
I think the word “euphoric” would cover how they felt.
There was dancing. Plenty of music. Cake. And a table full of gifts.
Finally, just before midnight, the newlyweds made their way out of the party. A last round of congratulations. Hugs.
Monday would be the start of the honeymoon trip.
For the honeymoon, they had loose plans to go to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The shortfall of money had been rectified by the generosity of the wedding guests. It was going to be a long drive, but that was their destination.
About three hours into it, they started looking at the road map to find something close to where they were. Fatigue from all the festivities of the last few months had worn them out.
Oddly enough, the next town on the drive was named Mt. Pleasant. Well, the search was over. How could they pass up a town with that name?
A few days with no schedule. No big decisions except for where they were going to eat. The town lived up to its name.
But, life as it always does, crept back in at the end of the week. It was time to go home. Back to work.
The grind was the same, yet very different. Every day, they had someone at home who understood the challenges of the work because they worked at the same place.
And there was the matter of the baby coming in December.
She had a difficult pregnancy. He had to live up the “sickness and health” part of the vows. Finding the food she craved, which always changed, whenever she needed it. Doctors appointments. She was quietly amazed at how he kept up with everything. (He was too)
Baby furniture and clothes had to be acquired. The baby’s room had to be decorated.
About a week before the baby came, he found her balancing on a stool trying to finish putting decals on the ceiling.
Dec. 10, 1991, they became parents of a baby boy.
1991 turned out to be one helluva year.
This concludes the series of stories called Finding Love.
I want to thank you all for the kind words and support during this effort.
Really, thanks so much.
I am sorry I am just now catching up on this series. Wonderful!!!!!!!
Thanks for reading.
Yay! Thanks for this, John. Loved it. Congratulations to you and your wife!
Thanks for reading. I enjoyed trying this type of format. And I was pleasantly surprised that the number of views improved with each one.