The groomsmen stood under blue skies with a Gulf breeze blowing. Their shoes were spotless and shiny. Thin black stripes ran up the legs of their dress pants. They wore slate-blue ties and creme-white shirts under black suit coats. The sun of the late afternoon lit their faces where they stood solemnly with their hands clasped formally in front of them.
The bridesmaids stood under blue skies with a Gulf breeze blowing. They were dressed in slate-blue dresses and held bouquets of creme-white roses. They stood on white flagstones instead of the green grass so that their heels might not sink into the turf. Their eyes and necklaces sparkled in the late afternoon sun. They had beaming smiles on their faces.
The musicians played. The bride walked down the aisle with her father holding her arm. The minister said a few words. They exchanged rings. And vows. And a sweeping kiss to the thrill of their friends and family who had assembled there under the blue skies in the Gulf breezes to listen, to watch, to smile, to cry, to cheer.
As the couple walked down the aisle together, the recessional played, a van pulled up at a stoplight in the distance, the driver laid on the horn leaning out the window watching.
And with that, a celebration began that went late into the night.