“We are gathered here today to join in matrimony Edgar Lopez and Scott O’Hara.”
I looked across at Scott as we stood underneath the wedding arch decorated with tiny red, pink, and white roses. Mama and Gloria had outdone themselves. Not just with the roses on the arch, but all the flowers attached to the aisles and the chairs and the table. The whole backyard looked and smelled amazing. I couldn’t imagine a florist could have done any better of a job. I was filled with love, appreciation, and pride for their gift of doing this for us.
Callahan beamed at us and at the crowd of our friends and family gathered in Mama’s backyard to watch us.
Sitting in the front row was Mama. She was holding onto the arm of Scotty’s mother, who sat, rather serenely I might add, next to her. They both wore
