Lonnie's POV
We are finally married! The wedding and reception went perfectly despite my clomping around on crutches. Harper even figured out a way for us to dance at least once together to the song that she let me pick out; Etta James's "At Last". Those lyrics hit right on the money. I heard it in a movie once, and liked it ever since. I stood propped on one crutch while my beautiful wife steadied me as we gently swayed side to side to the music. I know I'm probably on the verge of giving up my man card if I admit to having a surge of emotion hit me during several moments today and that was one of those times. The first came when I saw Harper on her father's arm as she made her way down the isle of the church. I had to remember to breathe as I rapidly blinked away the tears that filled my eyes at the sight of the woman that was going to become my wife. My voice waivered a little during our vows, but so did hers, and as we kissed each other for the first time of husband and wife, I couldn't help the couple of happy tears that slid down my cheeks. Harper wiping them away as we were both laughing at our emotional states. I know I'm going to get teased about that later, but I couldn't help it. It just hit me like a ton of bricks that I was marrying the love of my life, and the next thing I know this well of emotion comes rushing over me before I can do anything about it or hide it like I usually can. It's too late to do anything about it now
The reception was kept pretty low-key which is what we both wanted. Besides, the country club is no place to have a wild party. We'll save that for later with our friends. Right now my ankle is throbbing, but Harper had made arrangements for this really comfortable lounge chair to be set up for me to sit back and prop my leg up. She even had pain meds in case the pain got too bad. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
I sit back, cast propped on a pillow provided by my new wife and watch as she dances with her friends from school, work, and the ones we share together, I send a prayer of thankfulness for this new life we will share together. In just six weeks or less, we will become parents, and I am excited and scared all at the same time. Harper and I will make good parents, I know that. We both have the love and the desire to have children in our lives, and even though I barely remember my own father, together Harper and I will make a great team. I keep wondering what Brynn will look like or what kind of baby she will be. No matter what, she will loved and cared for by not only Harper's family, but the family that I've made from such amazing friends and co-workers. I'm not entirely sure who will try and spoil her, and any future children we have, more.
The reception eventually wound down, and we both made the rounds thanking all of our guests for sharing in such a special day with us and wishing them a safe journey home. We're both exhausted, and needed to get home and be ready to leave for our honeymoon the next morning. We drove to Atlanta and caught a flight to the Cayman Islands for two weeks of beautiful weather, beaches and ocean. We really didn't want to leave, but knowing our baby girl would make her debut soon changed all that.
As it turns out, Brynn Elizabeth decided she wanted to meet us sooner rather than later. Two days after we returned from the Cayman's, Harper and I got a phone call from Mitchell telling us that Sara's water had broken, and the doctors were unable to stop her impending labor. It was 4 weeks early, but Harper reassured me that she could still be a healthy baby at 36 weeks gestation, just a little small. I was a nervous wreck, but finally at 4:35 a.m., Brynn Elizabeth Jamison made her way into our hearts weighing 4lbs 10oz and was 18 inches long. Small, and needed some oxygen for the first day, but she was perfect. Now I have two beautiful ladies in my life, and I couldn't be happier. I'm a husband and now a father.