My grandson took him a wife last week. And I can tell you the scents in
the air of the church, the colors of the light that streamed through the
windows, the full rich sound of the music that swelled when little Naomi stood
at the back in her glittering white gown, with a bit of MacGregor tartan showing
and the MacGregor veil covering her shining black hair.
Brides glow. They say that as well. And so she did. It's love that brings
that shining beauty to a woman's face. And one more in love I've yet to
see.
And Ian, handsome as a prince as he waited for her. They don't say a man
glows, but perhaps they should. I can't think of another word for the look on
his face as he watched her walk to him. And not being such a pinhead after all,
what did he do? He took her hand, and the other as well, and as the music died
off, and before the priest could open his mouth to start the business of it, Ian
said, "I love you, Naomi," his voice as clear and strong as the bells that rang
after the deed was done.
And if there was a dry eye in the whole of the church at that moment,
well, it wasn't Daniel MacGregor's.
MacGregor Grooms - Ian
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Burke stood with his hands at his side and his face carefully blank and wondered what in the hell he was doing.
Then he saw her.
Her hair was glowing, warm and vibrant under layers of white tulle. She seemed pale, but her eyes met his without hesitation. How was it he'd never noticed how small she was, how delicate, until now, when she was about to become a permanent part of his life? Permanent. He felt the quick sliver of panic. Then she smiled, slowly, almost questioningly. He held out a hand.
Her fingers were icy. It was a relief to find his equally cold. She held tight and turned to face the priest.
Irish Heart
