There’s a knock at the door, and Harper goes to open it.
My smile is automatic when I see Sadie. “Hey, Cupcake, you look beautiful!”
Sadie turns in the dress that she and Lark picked out. It’s a purple strapless dress that goes to the floor. “You look very handsome, too, Daddy.”
“I appreciate that. I feel ridiculous.” I’m in a tuxedo, which…feels restraining. I can’t move my damn arms, and these pants don’t fit that well, even though Veronica approved of it and said it was perfect.
I’ll be happy to get this off and be back in my jeans.
“You don’t look it, but I came to tell you it’s time. We have to take our places.”
I squat, taking Sadie’s hands in mine. “I know there’s a lot of change happening. You know that I love you, right?”
“Of course I do, and I’m happy. I love Lark. She’s great, and she listens to me. She and I talk about Mom a lot, and she never makes me feel bad about it.”
Lark and Sadie’s relationship has only grown in the last year. Eight months ago, when I knew I wanted to marry Lark, I started having a house built for just the three of us. We picked a spot on the property, and the two of us designed it. Two weeks ago, it was finally done, and we moved in. Sadie doesn’t remember a time when we didn’t live with my dad and sisters. I was worried—still am.
“It’s just with the new house, and now I’m getting married.”
Sadie shakes her head. “Relax, Dad. I’m thirteen now. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
Yes, I keep hearing about how she’s a teenager and should have additional freedoms.
Like she wasn’t trying the same crap at twelve.
“All right. Then are you ready?”
“I am ready to be your best woman,” she declares.
Both Lark and I wanted Sadie by our side as we stand up there and recite our vows. Lark wanted to have her be her maid of honor but then suggested that I ask her instead.
Either way, she was going to be with us.
We head out to the front of the church and take our places.
I look around at the pews filled with family and friends. There are large bouquets on each end with different shades of cream and light pink. Along the sides are large bunches of branches with flowers and crystals that throw rainbows when the light strikes them.
Like I said, it’s beautiful, but it’s a lot.
Jimmy is my only other groomsman, and Lark just has Mary Lou as her maid of honor and Suzanne as a bridesmaid. We at least were able to keep the wedding party small.
The two of them walk down, and then I see her.
She’s beautiful. No, stunning. No, breathtaking. Hell, there should be another adjective that supersedes them all. That’s what she is, all of them and more.
With her father by her side, she glides down the aisle. Her smile only widens as she gets closer.
I can’t help the emotion on my face. I love this woman so much.
She was able to take a man who was convinced that love would destroy him and give him hope that it would be his salvation.
And she is that.
She saved me from a life devoid of this opportunity.
Where I wouldn’t get to see this moment, feel her warmth, bask in her love.
It was a sad place.
