America turned, hooking her arm around my neck. “I love you!” she said with a squeeze.
Mark tightened his grip, and I did the same with my bouquet.
“Here we go, kiddo.”
We rounded the corner, and the pastor motioned for everyone to stand. I saw the faces of my friends and new family, but it wasn’t until I saw the wet cheeks of Jim Maddox that my breath caught. I struggled to keep it together.
Travis reached out for me. Mark held his hands over ours. I felt so safe in that moment, held by two of the best men I knew.
“Who gives this woman away?” the pastor asked.
“Her mother and I.” The words stunned me. Mark had been practicing Pam and I all week. After hearing that, there was no holding back my tears as they welled up and spilled over.
Mark kissed my cheek, walked away, and I stood there with my husband. It was the first time I’d seen him in a tux. He was clean-shaven, and had recently gotten his hair cut. Travis Maddox was the kind of gorgeous every girl dreamed about, and he was my reality.
Travis tenderly wiped my cheeks, and then we stepped onto the platform of the gazebo, directly in front of the pastor.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate a renewal of vows . . .” the pastor began. His voice melted into the sounds of the ocean breaking against the rocks in the background.
Travis leaned in, squeezing my hand as he whispered, “Happy anniversary, Pidge.”
I looked into his eyes, as full of love and hope as they were the year before. “One down, forever to go,” I whispered back.