The small frigid room shocked my senses whilst I was trying to remember that outside, it was still the stifling hot summer Florida was famous for. The second day of school wasn’t all that it’d cracked up to be, seeing that my mind kept drifting to how I would be on the other side of the country by this time tomorrow. My oldest brother was turning the woman my whole family loved into a Mrs. in the rolling green landscape of Connecticut. Kerry, the blue eyed brunette wanted to have her wedding in her homeland, so our entire side of the family was making the journey up north. In the midst of thinking about how the ginger in front of me had the same hair color as my bridesmaid dress, I realized that my teacher was ironically talking about how important migrations were, and how they could potentially change a person’s life.
Before I knew it, Jay, the lucky groom was escorting me and the family to a Yankees game. We had flown into New York, and decided to make the best of it before we headed over to the deadly wedding chaos zone. I loved the atmosphere before the game. It was one of the only times you could see grown men buzz with the excitement of a child more than half their age. When a foul ball flew my way I ducked for cover, letting some other happy fan have the glory. I’m sure that Kerry would appreciate my lack of a black eye. Jay was happy to be in the concrete jungle as opposed to picking out garden colors, seeing that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between lilac and periwinkle.
The next day I got to visit with my other brother Chris and his family. We went out to the waters of Connecticut and enjoyed a fascinating ferry ride. The coastline was scattered with ship storages that had a history of being old clam houses. Some still remained, so I got a close up look at where Campbell’s gets all of its clams for its New England clam chowder. We reached a small lighthouse and once I finally climbed to the tiny room at the very top, I had a 360 degree view of the entire waterfront. The orange glow from the sunset made every surface sparkle, and seemed to make every angle more defined. My love for Connecticut grew by the second. This state in the harsh, north, foreboding weather, which still nurtured to exotic, voluminous gardens, had managed to have ice cold water that still looked appealing enough to jump in fully clothed. The brisk breeze I was getting at that moment was much different than that of a cold Florida classroom.
The wedding day came before we all knew it, and all of the bridesmaids got our hair and nails done with anticipation. We all told stories to ease the tension, like my near death experience the day before with a group of swans. Apparently they don’t like when you play photographer, and try to get a close up shot. When I saw Kerry walk down the aisle, I looked at Jay’s face and unexpected tears welled in my eyes. Later at the yacht club, the wedding party assembled near the water to talk, and the photographer snapped a picture when none of us were looking. My thought when I saw it later, back in my tropical heat, was that the happy couple couldn’t have picked a better place to have the happiest day of their lives.
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