The next few hours passed in a blur of good food, conversation, and laughter, and a few speeches. Mr. Peters gave a speech that made Lincoln cry and get up and hug his father. Monroe’s was, predictably, full of laughter and charm. The Matron of Honor, whom I learned was James’s sister Michelle, was eloquent and thoughtful, and it was clear she loved her brother very much.
All in all, it was perfect. Exactly what a wedding should be. The love was clear and permeated the room, everyone was happy, and the tension that had stiffened Lincoln’s shoulders this afternoon was gone. James and Lincoln took to the floor for their first dance, and I was entranced by the way they literally could not look away from each other. The wedding party joined in for the next song, and laughter sounded as the gr
