I can still see their faces to this day from that radiant, flawless evening. I can still feel the warmth of the sun kissing upon my bare back as it starts to slowly fall to where the ocean meets the land. The bitter taste of salt enters our mouths as we laugh together. The smell of the ocean with hints of perfume, cologne, and hairspray blend and create a refreshing concoction. Our family and friends came together to celebrate this magical moment. For those who joined knew that this particular Monday was soon to be unforgettable from the getco. On this sixth day of September 2010, my parents renewed their vows.
Us girls spent the entire day doing makeup and hair and all that glitz and glamor upstairs in the beach condo. As for the boys, well they just didn’t want any part of that so they went off to do their own thing. Subsequent to getting all dolled up, my immediate family and some close friends headed down to Siesta Key beach. I could feel the initial warmth of the sugar sand beneath my feet followed by the coolness of the underlying sand rush in-between my toes. As I approached the ceremony spot I could see rows of white chairs, people greeting other and making small talk. I saw the decorations that popped with a glowing orange. I could hear the tranquil music playing from the radio speakers and the sound of waves crashing up on shore in the background.
As the time for the ceremony came closer, people began to fill those white chairs. My dad, my sister and I were the first to stand under the colorfully decorated bamboo arbor. I noticed the nervousness in my dad as he stood there fiddling his hands as the anticipation of seeing my mom built within him. Despite all the noises surrounding us, you could’ve heard a rock drop in that soft sand as my mom walked down that straw mat aisle runner.
Even after 20 years of marriage with the same woman, tears of joy and awe trickled down my dad’s face at the first sight of my mom. Her artistically beaded...