Shannon here: The final installment of Kimberly Zweygardt’s real life romance. Final day to leave a comment to win a copy of Stories from the Well or a kiln made, fused glass paperweight. Deadline: 8:00 PM Central. Here’s Kimberly:
We originally planned to marry in the Gazebo in the Lake Park, but then a series of events made us change our minds. Instead we planned a small wedding for family and friends at a Bed and Breakfast near where we live. The owner of the B&B was a retired minister from Scotland and he married us in full kilt. We asked him to do our ceremony in two parts—joining us as a couple and then joining the kids with us as a family. The girl who introduced us was my Maid of Honor and Kary’s cousin, his Best Man but our other attendants were our kids. They were so excited that we all were getting married. To this day, Lauren says, “When we married Dad and the boys” and the boys say, “When we married Kim and Lauren.” We have been incredibly blessed in truly being a family and I think that is why. God has honored our vows and the kids have known from the beginning, “We’re all in this together!”
The morning of the wedding, Kary and Jordan had a prophetic conversation. Jordan said, “Somebody told me if you lock your knees, you pass out. Is that true?” Kary told him it was.
Kary did not want to see me before the wedding. As we got ready upstairs, I could hear the boisterous laugh of my future husband downstairs as he greeted guests. Finally the music began and I came down the stairs and through the door on my Dad’s arm. Kary stood at the front of the room. Our eyes met and the rest of the room faded away. There was no one in the world except us. The love in his eyes drew me to him as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment and I believe it had been. Our children took their places beside us and the wedding began.
We were in the middle of our vows when I heard a whisper from behind Kary. “Dad! Dad!” The whisper from Jordan sounded desperate and my first thought was he had to go to the bathroom! I looked past Kary and Jordan was white as a sheet and I knew immediately he was going down.
I began whispering, “Jordan! Bend your knees! Jordan! Bend your knees!”
He told me later he could see my lips moving but by then the roar was in his ears and he couldn’t hear a thing.
Kary and I were facing each other holding hands. I saw Jordan wobble and so I dropped Kary’s hands, stepped around him, grabbed a chair from the front row and scooped Jordan into it! There was a collective gasp from the congregation and a friend stepped over to fan his face.
A retired preacher doesn’t get many chances to preach and Peter wasn’t giving his up. “He’s fine! Stay with me! Stay with me!” and he just kept preaching about our duties in marriage.
Color had returned to Jordan’s face by the time we began the family ceremony and he finished strong. We all did.
We’ve been married for 13 glorious years. He still makes me laugh like no other and fun characterizes our family. God has brought wholeness from brokenness in both our lives and that is what I want to portray in my writing.
In my WIP, my heroine is a prodigal who returns to her faith when she learns that no one is beyond God’s grace. She meets the small town sheriff when he pulls her car over for a minor infraction. Sparks fly in more ways than one before romance arrives. My working title is RUNAWAY HOME.