Wedding (part 2)

With night falling, Kyle whispered to me that it was time.  I agreed.

I'd handmade both of our rings with the jewelry maker in Mom's spare room.  Kyle decided to put his ring on my finger first.  It was a nugget that he'd decided to engrave with our initials and an herb around it.

Then my ring was next.

"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Heilman!"

I could see Mom out of the corner of her eye standing and cheering.  Mom is not an emotional person by nature, so to see her smiling and happy automatically makes me happy.

Toward the end, when we were getting ready to do the first kiss, I could feel a few raindrops.

As the raindrops fell, my lips met his and he swirled me around.

 I saw my cousin Kaydence, who mom had gotten custody of a few months ago, out of the corner of my eye.  She's still very, very young, although she's seen more than most of us in our lifetimes, what with Uncle Bassy and Madison doing what they did.  She's a smart girl, though, so I've got hope for her. 

Someday, Kaydence.

Then I caught a glimpse of Uncle Bassy.  Who knows with Uncle Bassy, though.  When I was little he was basically like a big brother.  He's the cause I have Bitsy, my faithful golden retriever.   Anyway, I know that he got married on vacation and then had my little cousin Jazz Lyric (he's so cute with his blond dreadlocks) and then, I hear, he cheated on Jazz's mother and she filed for divorce.

Bassy, Bassy, Bassy.  I love you dearly.  I just wish you could be happy, too. 

I got a smile out of Grandma, though.  It's good to see her smiling again, ever since Grandpa died.

Even more miraculous was Mom and Grandma both smiling at the same time.  Just before the wedding, Mom had told me the story about how she and Grandma had a huge fight on her wedding day.

And Satis - yes that Satis - had been watching.

I asked Skylar to sing a ballad to end the wedding while people got their food for their reception.

Then Satis sat me down and told me that story.  She still remembered Mom and Grandma vividly, screaming their mouths off.   "You're lucky you didn't have that kind of drama," she said.

"Why were they arguing like that in the first place?" I wondered, curious to hear more.
"There was a lot Grandma didn't like," Satis said.  "Mom's job, for one."
I couldn't have imagined growing up any other way - without Satis and Imsety, or our Egyptian nanny Halima.  Yet, I was learning that if Grandma had had her way, none of this would have happened.

There was a question whether Sierra would show up or not.  Sierra, as you guys know, kind of does her own thing.  Always has.  Anyway, she actually did show - late of course - but she did come.

Even threw rice after we kissed.