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“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Neil began, “it is my honor, as best man, to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Phillips as they take their first dance.”
Delores Andrews discreetly blotted the tears from the corner of her eyes as her eldest daughter, Ashley, began singing the opening words of Etta James’ “At Last”.
Amid whistles and applause, the happy couple glided onto the dance floor and Delores felt the tears threaten again. Get a grip old woman she thought and smiled through watery eyes.
Harry, you would have been so proud of our two beautiful daughters. Your little snowflake is all grown up now and married to such a fine young man. And she is so beautiful today, in her ivory wedding gown and tiara. Just like a princess. I miss you something terrible. I wish you were here to dance with your little girl. Show these young ‘uns how it’s done.
One song segued into another and the best man stole the bride away for a dance. “It’s tradition you know” he said with a wink at the groom who took to dancing with the matron of honor. More couples rose to follow suit.
If Harry were here-
“May I have this dance?”
Delores looked into eyes as warm as melted chocolate and felt an answering smile curve her own lips. She placed her hands in the ones offered and moved gracefully onto the dance floor.
“Ah, sweet, sweet Lorie” her partner began on a sigh, drawing her close.
“Oh! You foolish boy!” she replied laughingly as she brushed an errant lock of hair from his forehead. The familiar nickname and her partner brought back memories of her own wedding many years ago. Memories of feeling loved and being complete.
Johnny executed a series of spins ending in a daring dip and her heart filled with pride as others cheered them on as they danced. “You are so much like your father.”
“Yup. Taught me everything he knew.”
Delores looked over again at the newly wedded couple, once again holding each other tenderly. So much in love.
Thank you Lord. I always wanted my children to find someone they could love and respect like I loved my Harry. I wish you would have waited a little bit longer to take him home but thank you for the wonderful years together. And the beautiful children.
Following her gaze Johnny declared, softly kissing her cheek, “You did good.”
“Yeah?”
"Yeah.”
She nodded, lips trembling and whispered, “I still miss him.”
Enfolding her even closer he concurred, “Me too, Mom. Me too.”
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