12 Years later
From my lounge chair, my heart swells as I witness our children reunite, swimming in our pool with Stan and Delta’s family. It took a lot of work, but we kept in touch in the years since Hamilton left the Chicago Cubs. Technology helps, but it’s the in-person visits that kept our friendships intact.
“I can’t be this old,” Delta states from the lounge chair next to mine. “How can I be the mother-of-the-groom?”
I rest my sunglasses on top of my head. “I’m so happy they chose our farm to hold the wedding.”
“Webb’s still infatuated with your books and all things Hamilton.” Delta shrugs it off. “He’s loved our yearly visits here. You may not be so excited to host when the entire wedding party and mother-of-the-bride arrive tomorrow,” she teases.
Judging from the bride-to-be’s phone calls, she’ll fit right in with our friends and family. We’ve talked a lot in planning the wedding over the past two months.
Hamilton’s voice clearing above me catches my attention.