Wedding
Simple, understated, yet no less meaningful. Only the boys, or in some cases- men, were in attendance. Michael had grown rather fast and had needed new trousers a couple of days before. Phillip had trimmed his mane of curls, a sign that he took his duties seriously. He was the maid of honour, after all, since Michael had taken the role of best man.
A simple cream skirt suit would suffice, and a pearl hairpin to celebrate the occasion. There would be nothing else, though Phillip handed her a small bouquet that he had bought on the way there.
Rachel thought even that was too much. Not because she wanted to minimise its significance, but because she had lived long enough to know that this day wasn't really what mattered. It was every day after. A lifetime seemed nothing to eight years apart.
She slipped on the gold band, pleased that it fit just right- everything always did with him-and he did the same. It was almost a dream. But then he took her hand and she held it tightly, him pulling her closer. A kiss to seal their promise.
He pulled back. "Off to the pub, Mrs Lawson?"
"Yes, I think that would be nice. I wouldn't say no to a glass of red."