“She’s the shit now,” he said to her.
I got on his case about cussing, but I wasn’t mad at him.
Now the music’s starting. And when the wedding singer, with the live band, starts singing the words to the song, it takes all I have not to start crying my eyes out. Bobby, our musicologist, picked out the song he wanted me to walk down the aisle to. And boy did he pick the right one.
It’s called Sunny, by Bobby Hebb, and I’m holding onto Big Daddy’s arm and trying not to step on the long train of my gorgeous princess gown, a gown with real pearls all around the waist, and I’m trying not to cry all at the same time.
As I’m looking at Bobby, and listening to the song he picked out for me, I can hardly stop the tears.
“Sunny,
yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sunny,
you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
Now the dark days are gone
and the bright days are here . . .
Sunny one so true
I love you!”
Tears are coming on down now, and I can’t help it. I also can’t take my eyes off of Bobby.
“Sunny,
thank you for the truth you let me see.
Sunny,
thank you for the facts from A to Z.
My life was torn like wind-blown sand.
A rock was formed when you held my hand.
Oh, Sunny one so true
I love you!
I love you!
I love you!”
I finally make it up to Bobby. Big Daddy releases me, and hands me over. And Bobby takes charge of me like the man I know him to be. He even reaches under my veil, breaking the rules like he usually does, and wipe my tears away.
Then he smiles and lean against me. “Rain is over,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re Sunny now. Sunny Sinatra. That’s who you are to me.”
I look at him. And I smile too. “A new beginning?” I ask him.
He smiles at me. “Our beginning. Yes, darling,” he says, and then the man of God takes over, have us repeat our vows, and then pronounces us, with Ayden grinning from ear to ear, man and wife.
“I now introduce to you,” the clergyman says to everybody in the cathedral, “Mr. and Mrs. Sinatra!”
And the crowd, those wonderful, caring people who are now me and Ayden’s extended family, goes absolutely wild with applause and cheers.
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