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Jamie and I head our separate ways. She turns toward the large tent the crew has set up in the clearing near the beach, and I turn towards Shay’s tiny room, so I can make a slew of online orders. Once I have backups on the way for everything I can think of, I finally begin to relax a little bit about the wedding. I’m confident that I can handle anything they decide to throw my way, and I won’t let Ruthie’s big day be ruined.
I feel at a loss over what to do until the staged wedding problems begin, so my feet somehow steer me towards the beach.
Shay is busy helping a tourist gear up with snorkeling equipment, so I walk along the waterside. Stopping to remove my sandals, I carry them and let the water splash up over my feet and ankles.
I’m not overly surprised, but am still very pleas
