a beach wedding, tybee island, georgia
june 9, 2012
she said run. i did. i suggested she do the same. she did, and it took her to a beach.
cheri was my once-upon-a-time neighbor and, since the first day we met, the sister I never had. each morning, she would move through the dew covered grass toward a hot cup of coffee and front porch swing time with me. these were the best moments of every day. these conversations and laughter encouraged me to believe in good people again. hope. normalcy. words of encouragement accompanied cup after cup.
through the years, we have shared the birth of children, the obstinate teenage years, broken hearts on the mend, losing and finding, and starting over. i think we both finally got it right.
it was love and it was a long time coming. the right kind of love. the love that makes you giggle. the kind that whispers a sigh as you drift off to sleep. a peace in knowing that these two pillows will forever be next to the other. tonight and the next night, and the next. sometimes, when the road is longer and harder, the pinnacle is higher and loftier.
cheri and david met years before this likely day. acquaintances and nothing more. cheri was in love with her two children, wyatt and melayna, and they kept her days full and joyous. david was missing something and he wasn't quite sure what it was. it was love and it was cheri. it was "window shopping", then a walk into cheri's salon that changed an acquaintance into a friend. an ordinary day into a beginning. a beginning that came full circle on a beach called tybee.