“Whatever it is, I like it. I like everything.” He pointed to my bouquet. “That’s the kind of flowers I buy.”
“I know. I’ve always loved them.”
He stuck out an elbow. “Well then, shall we?”
“Oh, yes, let’s.”
We reached Moorings Beach in plenty of time for the wedding. Like love birds released for the occasion, gulls soared overhead, riding the warm air currents; the Gulf water lapped softly on the shore, and the sun shone over all, flawless and golden. The bride had made her own gown and was a vision in a cloud of white tulle. On a minor note, I’m pleased to report I had no problem walking on sand. But Lee and Paulo? Well, throughout the ceremony Lee and Paulo were walking on air.
And later, for their wedding feast, just as he had promised, Chip served a killer lasagna.
JEAN HARRINGTON
