How many weddings have you attended in your lifetime? Me—close to a hundred, I’ll bet. Between my spouse’s career as a pastor, our friends and family near and far, and all of our daughters’ contemporaries, the ripples roll out in a great big circle.
I may not have seen it all, but I’ve seen a lot. First are the large traditional weddings with ten bridesmaids and a fancy reception on the lawn beneath a white tent decorated in lights. At the other end of the spectrum are the simple ceremonies out in the woods with the groom in a kilt and the bride wearing flowers in her hair. Between those two extremes comes everything else you can imagine.
Through all those weddings, I have learned one thing. It’s impossible to predict which marriages will last and which won’t. Life throws curve balls. Tragedies happen. Sometimes people simply have to give up. The truth is, there are no guarantees in life, not even at the altar.
In my book, Say I Do, I turned the traditional romance trope on its head, because it’s the heroine, Hannah, who is commitment phobic, not the groom. She’s no starry-eyed romantic. Her world is based firmly on reality, and she’s not at all sure a lasting marriage is even possible in the twenty-first century.
The hero, Morgan, has had the opposite life experience. His parents have been happily married forever, and he’s counting on Hannah to make his house a home and grow old with him.
Then disaster strikes, in a manner of speaking, leaving both Hannah and Morgan to deal with the aftermath, when finding their back to each other is the only thing that matters…
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