The Wedding

Debbie Stanton | Stories

The Wedding

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Debbie Stanton

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Cindy and Jace weren’t a typical bridal couple. The bridal photo of Cindy was shot at her trailer lot in the country by her best friend. Cindy waited for the ceremony and sat on the sofa outside and reading. She was bored, if truth be known.

The country made her feel safe and balanced. If it weren’t for the old bridal dress that her grandmother really wanted her to wear, she would’ve worn blue jeans to her wedding.

Jace and his buddies had moved the old sofa from Cindy’s living room to a large rug placed outside the trailer.  The love of Cindy’s life would do anything for his fiancee. He rather was so proud of her for majoring in biology in school, and she had a decent job that fortunately she could work from home. Research on how to conserve earth’s natural resources was the driver behind her job. She’d do anything she could to educate others on treating the earth like the precious commodity it was.

They lived in a temperate climate. Rain was not in the forecast, but even if the sofa got wet, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Cindy lived simply and didn’t place much value on possessions. Instead, Cindy wanted to remember the things on the inside: faith, hope, love, and belief in the good of people instead of focusing on the negative aspects of people in these troubled times.

Truth be known, Cindy and Jace were worried the rednecks in town would show up at the very small wedding and cause trouble. These goons were hired by the “big money” folks who wanted to promote censorship of Cindy’s newspaper articles. Protecting the earth messed with their bottom line. More and more people had come around to Cindy’s way of thinking, and it cost them customers and clients.

Cindy’s trailer, besides being in the country, was hard to find. Just yesterday, Jace placed signs in intervals by the side of the road, complete with bright red arrows pointing to the secondary roads where the guests were to turn.

Cindy’s mom, Doris, was fit to be tied. She’d wanted Cindy’s wedding to be held in a large church in town, but Cindy declared they wanted to marry outside. The rector agreed to travel out there, so who was Doris to insist they get married at a church?

Doris found something wrong with every single person who would be in the wedding:  Cindy’s uncle who would give her away since her father died; her bridesmaids who dressed casually for everything, and even the little flower girl who needed braces on her teeth. Stuff like that made Cindy roll her eyes privately. It was getting more and more difficult to not lash out at her mom.

For his part, Jace was late. It couldn’t be helped because his horses somehow got loose and ran who knows where. He was the only person who lived at the farm, so he had to rustle up people to find the horses with him. Jace gave Cindy a quick call and said he would be late–very late. Cindy understood, fortunately. She called the rector to figure out a time that afternoon that would still work for him. Then she called the few participants and wedding guests to state the new wedding time.

Fortunately, the horses didn’t take too long to find–they were at the neighboring farm, munching in the meadow. After giving a huge amount of thanks to the neighbors and the people who helped him with the horses, he shot home to shower.

Then, on the second road off of the main road, Jace came across a line of cars, stalled and honking. He pulled his truck over to the side of the road and walked up to where all the ruckus and delay came from.

“I’ll get it straightened out,” Jace told each car as he walked past them. He had no idea what or who “it” was, but he had a guess.

Sure enough, there were rednecks who scrambled to stand up in all the mucky mud their motorcycles were stuck in. Jace wasn’t mad. He thought it was hilarious that an unknown Force had made sure the rednecks were compensated for their “helpfulness.”

“You guys coming to the wedding?” Jace asked them innocently. The guys said nothing and turned their bikes around so they could drive back to town.  “Yeah, well, you are definitely uninvited. I’m asking you to stay away from Cindy’s place, today and in the future. ‘Bye now, and have a nice day!”

The uninvited guests swore loudly at Jace before they took off.

Jace now walked up to each vehicle and thanked the people for coming, and he showed them where the cars could be parked. Then he ran all the way to the trailer and greeted his bride-to-be.

“Sorry, honey, it couldn’t be helped.” Jace hugged her. She kissed him in return and told him it was okay.

“I think it was a spectacular sound show for the wedding, whatever all the horns were for.”

Jace laughed. The best part was the mud from yesterday’s rains, and he told her all about the incident. However, Doris huffed and puffed and blew her way up to the trailer. “Why aren’t you getting ready?” she asked Cindy.

“I am ready. As you can see, I have Grandma’s dress on, and the rector is calmly waiting for us.” Unfortunately, Doris offered no grace. She looked crestfallen that Cindy hadn’t risen to her bait. How could Cindy be so calm, anyway? Didn’t she care how things looked?

As the rector conducted the wedding with Cindy and Jace before him, they both stared at the

photo by Evan Leith on Unsplash

mountains in the distance, their various shades of blue contributing to the beautiful haze. The bride and groom looked at each other and smiled. They were both aware that this peaceful scene was theirs to cherish forever, and even nasty people would never be able to take that away from them.

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