THE SONG: Latch (Acoustic) by Sam Smith
THE GIRL: Caroline Meyers (neé Burrell)
THE GROUP: http://www.polyvore.com/late_night_in_manhattan_lnm/group.show?id=179268
August 2nd, 2014.
It's wedding day! The Central Park Boathouse is our homebase for today's festivities. The ceremony will start promptly at 2:30 in the afternoon, followed by a reception directly after. Then, the happy couple will be flying to Savannah, Georgia to meet with Caroline's family who couldn't make the trip up for the wedding, followed by a week-long adventure in Ireland.
I wasn’t nervous about the seating arrangements, or the reception starting on time, or if we had ordered enough champagne. I had done my final check-in with the flower girl (Seth’s 5-year-old niece, Camilla) and the bridesmaids were getting ready in their respective corners. My mother was gabbing with our rabbi and the pre-wedding photos had already been taken.
The wedding was actually happening. We were on a twenty minute countdown.
I had found myself wandering to the edge of the venue, by the water, with bare feet and a burdened mind. Seth had my shoes, by mistake, but they would show up in the dressing room eventually.
I leaned against the dock’s railing and stared into the water, taking a deep breath. “God,” I whispered, “I know we don’t talk much anymore, but I wanted to say thank you for this man.” I pressed my lips together, fighting back the tears that were stinging my eyes, “I don’t know what I did to deserve him, or if I deserve him at all, but I love him and everything about him. Thank you for giving him to me.”
The prayer felt awkward, I will admit, mostly because I hadn’t thought much about my faith since high school. We were participating in a ceremony with touches of Seth’s Jewish background today, but neither of us thought ourselves at the religious type. I had been raised as a Presbyterian but life left me cynical about the existence of the Messiah I had been taught to praise. I just knew that there had to be someone, or something, controlling my life because the series of events that had led me here could not have been by chance.
Not to mention last night.
After Seth had fallen asleep at my side, I spent at least half-an-hour thanking the high heaven’s that he was, for the most part, okay. The pictures of the wreck were nauseating and it was obvious to see why Ranae thought he was so lucky to have made it out.
I dug my fingernails into the palms of my hand.
“Caroline?” Josh’s voice chimed from behind me. I turned as saw my soon-to-be brother-in-law walking down the dock towards me, with a pair of white Jimmy Choos in his hands, “what are you doing out here?”
I smiled, extending my arms to take the heels from him, “Just getting myself together.”Josh looked a lot like his brother, with a broad jaw line,a square nose, and a dorky smile. He was dressed in the grey pants and white button-down that the other groomsmen would be wearing, just missing his tie.
“He’s really excited,” Josh cleared his throat, shuffling my shoes around in his hands, ‘and a sappy romantic.” He flipped the left shoe upside down, revealing a short note in Seth’s nearly illegible scrawl.
It read: “Car, thank you for being my best friend. I can’t wait to kiss you. Love, Seth”
A smile broke across my lips as Josh reached forward and embraced me in a tight hug, “Welcome to the family, sis.”
I slipped into the shoes and took Josh’s arm as he walked me back to the dressing room. Leilani and Alice pinned an extra bobby-pin or two in my hair, June spritzed my wrist with perfume, and my mother stepped in to shoo everyone out of the room, causing my stomach to drop. I had a feeling anything she was about to say would be hard to swallow.
“Caroline,” she said, leading me to the loveseat in the corner of the room. We sat side-by-side, with her holding my hands in her lap, “you are so beautiful. Seth is a really great man.”
I nodded timidly, “Thank you, Mama. He is… He’s fantastic.”
“Your father and I are really happy for you. We wanted you to have this,” she said, placing a small, blue velvet box in my hands. Upon her approving nod, I popped the top open to reveal a beautiful, antique silver necklace. The pendant was a small, silver teardrop, with a sapphire adorned in the center. My father’s mother had given it to my mother when I was born, was the story I had been told.
I picked the chain up and took a deep breath, “Mom, I can’t take this from you.”
“Clarice wanted you to have it,” she smiled, squeezing my knee through the thick fabric of my dress. “It’s yours. Something old and something blue.”
A knock rapped on the door, and Lei poked her head inside, “Caroline, it’s time.”
My stomach erupted with butterflies as I stood up, perhaps too quickly, and ran my hands down the sides of my dress. My bridal party shuffled around me, each holding her bouquets of white calla lilies.
“You checked on Seth, right?” I asked, turning my head towards Alice, “Derick says he’s okay?” I would be the first to admit that it was handy to have a successful neurosurgeon in the family when the groom had a mild concussion on the wedding day.
Alice nodded enthusiastically, “He’s perfect, Car. He’s fine.”
I nodded in reply and reached to my side to squeeze my mother’s hand. “Let’s get me married.”
In the blink of an eye, we had said our vows, slid on our rings, and sealed this life-long promise with a kiss. Our guests cheered, my mother cried, and I swear to God I had never seen Seth smile so much in such a short amount of time and he made people laugh as a job.
We were escorted out of the ceremony room immediately, ushered into a dressing room where my reception dress was waiting for me on a hanger. I didn’t want to take the wedding dress of, really. It was stunning and I felt beautiful and excited when I wore it but I did not want to ruin it by an accidental spill of champagne or by brushing against a table with a marinara sauce splash. Instead, I would be wearing a white a-line that Seth had picked out with me to our party.
As soon as the door was closed behind us, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. “I love you, Mrs. Meyers.” He peppered me with kisses, first on my lips and then to my jaw and down my neck as his hands fell to my waist.
“I love you too, Mr. Meyers,” I giggled, putting my hands over his and leaning forward in my gown to kiss him sweetly. The spice of his cologne filled my lungs, tears filled my eyes, and thoughts filled my head. “We’re married now.”
He grinned, nodding, as he wiped a tear of my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “We are.”
I turned around, knowing we would quickly have to get to our reception. He carefully unclasped my dress and pulled down the zipper. I stepped out of the heavy, white fabric and into the new dress. It was lighter, with a bit of a flattering stretch and a flirty hemline. His skillful fingers zipped up this time and he kissed the base of my neck, snaking his arms around my waist. I wondered where his mind was wandering. Was he as excited as I was? As emotional?
He always had the cooler head between us. But how could you think analytically in this situation?
I shook the thought away and turned my waist to kiss his cheek. I had forever with him to figure that out.
Here is the link to the wedding details: http://www.polyvore.com/seroline_wedding_hurray/set?id=130766484