I cut her off as my lips fell to hers.
In a way, it was as if my mother was alive that day.
“We teach art classes there,” Judy remarked. “The kids love it. Sometimes we sit outside and paint the sunsets at night.”
“That’s amazing,” I stated, still stunned. “That’s beyond amazing.”
“If you’re ever in town and want to teach a class, we’d love to have you.” Judy smiled and nudged her sister in the arm. “Grace, how about you go show him the studio? It’s closed right now, so you two can look around in peace.”
“Of course, come on.” She took my hand in hers, and we headed to the art studio, and we walked inside.
It was beautiful. Against the walls were some of Ma’s artwork that I hadn’t even seen. “Where did you get this stuff?” I asked.
“We found it in your father’s basement, and he told us we could use it. I thought it would be a nice touch. I also studied some of her earlier work and figured charcoal drawings might be great for the younger kids. And in the back room, we have an open canvas each Saturday night where people can toss paint around like crazy. They call it the Jackson Pollock room, but I prefer calling it Jackson Emery, obviously.” She went on and on about the space, and the way it excited me made my heart soar. As she was speaking fast, she caught herself and then slowed down her words. She frowned a bit. “Is this all okay? I just thought—”
I cut her off again with a kiss.
“Marry me,” I whispered as my lips lay against hers.
She gently laughed, thinking I was joking at first, then she pulled back a little and looked me in the eyes. She slightly tilted her head. “Marry you?”
“Yes. Marry me, Gracelyn Mae.”
Her fingers landed against my chest. She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered, grazing her lips over mine. “I’ll marry you.”
54
Jackson One Year Later
“You look good, man,” Alex remarked, straightening out my tie. “But I’m gonna need you to stop sweating through your suit.”
I couldn’t help it. I was a case of nerves as I prepared to walk down the aisle toward the woman of my dreams. I didn’t know days like today could exist. I didn’t know I could be so happy.
“This is all I’ve ever wanted for you, Jackson,” Alex stated, patting me on the shoulder. “You to be happy.”
“Me too,” a voice said from the doorway. I looked up to see Dad standing there in his own suit and tie. He looked healthy—something I thought I’d never be able to say again. Ever since rehab, he’d found his footing. Not without a few slip-ups, but with every fall, he got back up. And when he stumbled, I’d help him walk.
Because that was what family did—showed up even on the dark days.
Luckily, that afternoon was a day filled with only light.
“Can I have a word with my son, Alex?” Dad asked. Alex nodded and left us alone for a minute. Dad stuffed his hands into his pockets and gave me a small grin. “You look great.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Look, Jackson…I know I’ve let you down over the years and I’m not good with words, but I want you to know that you are my world. I haven’t been a good man. I’ve made mistake after mistake, but the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, is you. I’m thankful each day that you became a better man than I could’ve ever been. I’m thankful that you hold within you the best parts of your mother and me. You are more than we could’ve ever wished for. I love you, son.”
Those words…
Those damn words…
“Don’t be a punk and cry,” he joked, wiping at his own eyes.
“Sorry. My bad.” I pulled him into a hug. “I love you too, Dad.”
As we separated, he wiped his eyes again and sniffled a bit. “Oh, one more thing. Your mother had this thing that she did the week you were born. She wrote you letters for special occasions. She wrote you a letter that she, um, wanted to give to you on your wedding day. I mean, she wrote you other letters, too. For your sixteenth birthday, for your graduation, and crap, but I messed up and missed those occasions.” He frowned, his guilt taking over. Being sober for him was hard at times. It meant facing all the missteps he’d taken in his past.
“It’s fine, Dad.”
“It’s not; it’s not at all. But I’ll give you those other letters on another day. Today, you get this one.” He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. Then he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small box. “Plus, rumor has it that you’re supposed to give your bride a gift. So, if you don’t have one already, I figured this might work.”
He opened the box.
My eyes watered over more. “Mom’s ring?”
“Yeah. I figured Grace might appreciate it.”
“She will. More than words, she will. Thank you, Dad.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll let you read the note, and I guess I’ll see you at the ceremony.” He hugged me once more, and then started toward the door before pausing. “You know what? That Grace girl ain’t so bad.” He smirked a bit and shrugged his shoulders. “Even though she’s a Harris.”
“Yeah.” I laughed. “She’s growing on me, too.”
“Treat her well.” He nodded once. “For as long as you both live, you treat her well.”
He left the room, and I took a deep breath as I opened the letter that Ma left for me.
My Sweet Jackson,
Today you swear your life to a woman that I hope is everything and more to you. You will say, “I do” to her as she says the same to you. You will make promises of forever. So, I thought I’d tell you a few things about how to love a woman to make it easier for you.
Be easy with one another’s hearts. Some days she’ll wake up angry with no warning. Hold her tight on those days. Other times, she’ll wake crying. Hold her tighter on those ones. Remember to laugh out loud, the kind of laughter when it becomes hard to breathe. Hold her hand, even when she doesn’t want you to. Tell her she’s beautiful when she’s sick.
Dance together.
Miss her when she’s gone.
Tell her you love her every day.
Every. Single. Day.
Love her, but let her be free to soar, too.
Support her dreams as she supports yours.
Watch the sunrise and love the sunsets.
Always know that I’m here for you whenever you need your mother. I was the first woman to have the honor of loving you, and even when I’m gone, when the sun fades and the stars sparkle bright overhead, remember my love for you.
This life is beautiful because you are here, son.
Enjoy this moment. Enjoy this day. This is your happily ever after.
I love you, Jackson.
Always and always.
-Mom
“Can I interrupt for a minute?”
I turned to see Samuel standing there in his suit and tie. I nodded him into the room, and he walked in my direction.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“Yes, but ready.”
“Good.” He grimaced for a second, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Listen, Jackson… I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to you today, or how to approach you, but words are slipping from me. So I’m just going to say congratulations. Thank you for treating my daughter the way that you do.”
“She’s my best friend,” I told him.
“And you are hers.” His eyes glassed over, and he nodded once. “Don’t let that fade.”
“I won’t.”
He turned to leave the room and paused. “Your mother would’ve been so proud of the person you became.”
That meant the world to me.
“Samuel?”
“Yes?”
I inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower. “I get it, you know…you falling for my mother. I loved her, too.” I gave him a smile, and I hope he felt the forgiveness in it. “I mean, how could one not?”
He moved over to me and gave me a hug. I saw it in him, the hurt from losing the love of his life. I understood how that would haunt him forever; therefore, there was no reason for him to feel as if I’d hate him for the rest of his life.
He was already heartbroken.
No one would be as hard on him as he was on himself.
So, I let him free.
“Thank you for that, Jackson,” he said to me, his voice low.
“Always and always.”
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Grace