Wonder if Aunt Cora’s
aura has gone all gray.
I want sun on my wedding
day. But in Texas, anything
goes, weather-wise, on any
given day. So an indoor
thing is the way to go.
Still, indoors or out,
a sense of foreboding
weighs me down. I want
to float in this soft bed,
with the curtains drawn.
At least I’ll get to see
Bryce. The thought buoys
me from under the covers.
Lots to do before then.
All in the name of beauty.
Shower. Makeup. Hair,
courtesy of the hotel’s
fancy stylist. Low-cut dress.
Flowers. Hope I can be
as pretty as the bride.
EVERYTHING ACCOMPLISHED
And as pretty as I’m going to get,
Aunt Cora and I arrive at the church.
It’s filling already. Most everyone,
of course, is either related to or
a friend of Liam. Our herd is much
smaller. I’m glad Bryce will be there
on the Shepherd side. There he is,