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“Okay cool, I’ll get her that then,” Brook says. “I was thinkin’ maybe a new bike as well.”
“That’s a good idea.” Glad we’re off the Kirk subject, for now. “I know she’s hell bent on us donating money for Stoney Creek Paws, but it’s always nice to get her a couple of things she’s not expecting.”
He nods. “I think so too. I’ll order the books today and see what I can find bike-wise. I assume you’re okay to get the cowgirl boots?”
“Already ordered them.”
“Well, it seems we’re organized,” he says, reaching for his muffin and taking a bite, devouring half of it in one go.
“I think so. What do you think about doing a wishing well? In the invites we can ask her friends to make a little donation instead of buying gifts?”
“I’ve no idea exactly what you mean, but it sounds pretty good.”
I smile. “I’ll send you a message with the job list if you like? I know what you’re like at remembering certain things. Just put it into your notes app.”
A smile tugs at his lips, then he presses them together. I don’t know what that’s all about, maybe his way of admitting that it’s true. He also hates technology, but everyone has a cell phone.
“That would be a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I can ask Callan to help me put the tables out the night before in the barn. Just let me know how many kids RSVP.”
The barn is just about completed, ready to host the wedding events in the spring, it’s going to be good to see how it’s come along.
They’ve been asking me for months if I want to come on board and bring my events business, Bloom Weddings and Events, with me and I’m going to. It’s always a challenge finding different venues for my couples, so this could work for us on both ends of the spectrum.
“Perfect.” I jot a few last details down. “How’s the barn coming along?”
“She’s a beauty,” he says. “Even I have to admit Georgia and Mom were right when they had the vision to restore the place. Luckily Callan is a jack of all trades and can fix anything.”
I smile. “Yeah, the last time I was there he was fixing the mezzanine and taking measurements for the commercial kitchen. So will they be adding on a new extension?”
“It’s going to be more cost effective to use one of the outbuildings just across from the barn. Georgia and Mom are also talking about a chapel.”
I laugh, “Wow, really? That would be cool.”
He rolls his eyes. “Not you too.”
“Why not? I mean, it would be great to keep it all in-house and under one roof. I know a fantastic celebrant, Lucinda. She’d be more than happy to conduct the ceremonies.”
“So you’re coming on board for real?” he asks.
“I’m having a meeting with your mom and sis after Blake’s party, but yes, I think it’s a great opportunity for me to expand as I love the wedding aspect of running events.”
“You love working with brides?” He scoffs.
“They’re not all bad.”
“Well, that’s true. You weren’t exactly a bridezilla when we got hitched.”
I press my lips together thinking about that. Our wedding day.
Blake was three months old, and other than her being born, we both said our wedding was the best day of our lives. Tears form in my eyes without me meaning them to and I look down. It’s stupid, it was so long ago.
“Edes, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He obviously sees it. It isn’t like I can hide our past when we both grew up here and know everything about each other.
“You didn’t.” I shake my head, like I can shake off the beautiful memory forever etched into my soul.
We were married down by the Stoney Creek which runs through the Bassett farm. The barley and cornfields as our backdrop. The sunset on our day was the best I’d ever seen; a burnt orange with a deep, red undertone. We snuck off from the town hall — where our reception was being held — after the speeches and our wedding dance, stopping by the house to grab our bags. We’d booked a night in an Airbnb just outside of Stoney Creek before we drove down to Georgia the next morning. We were taking a three day weekend while my parents looked after Blake so we could enjoy a little bit of a honeymoon. It was the longest we could bear to be away from our baby.
Of course, we had to stop by the barn and the hay bales as a rite of passage. I picture it now; me in my wedding dress with all that tulle, propped up on a hay bale, and Brook in his tux as we went at it like rabbits…
