Humpday Tease: Back to Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks

Well, I had to reread L&LS to remember what was happening. And that’s with my store journal. This excerpt is from Rob and Ian’s wedding.


Between the two beaming men was their escort, Ian’s mother. A full head shorter than either of the two men, she easily was the focal point of the procession. She was wearing what was obviously a custom made formal kimono, white with a black on black embroidered obi. As the first cords of the bridal chorus drifted from the pipe organ, the three began walking down the isle, preceded by the flower girl throwing tiny black or white origami cranes, symbols of loyalty, honor and peace, down the isle. The couple had chosen two ring bears, twin boys from a couple they were friends with, and tow-headed twins each held a pillow with a ring on each, securely attached.

It was immediately evident that she was guiding both men. The trio beamed and nodded at friends and family as they went down the isle. The day seemed particularly preordained for perfection. The couple had actually been together for well over a decade, but laws had just changed to allow them to marry. The mix of light and pattern seemed to be a celebration from on high for an event that shouldn’t have been the struggle it had been. By the time they reached the end of the isle and both leaned down as if synchronized to gently kiss Ian’s mother, there were handkerchiefs a plenty out, and drying eyes.

Their eye’s locked as Ian’s mother settled into her seat on the first pew. Rob intertwined his fingers with Ian’s and lifted it, kissing it with tender love before walked the remaining few feet to stand before the minister, hands still tightly clasped. With a dignified and meaningful cadence vows were exchanged. The room seemed to glow from within when the ceremony was concluding and the couple leaned in to exchange love filled kisses. As their lips separated and they turned to the crowd, a thunderous roaring cheer met them. With the audience standing and continuing their cheers, and a few wolf whistles, the pair retreated down the isle, feeling blessed.

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