I've just exchanged vows, the first time for me for my groom it's his second. He never broke his vows with Val even after she died he was loyal to her. This doesn't make me jealous it makes me humble that this man, who is now mine, is so loyal.

I never thought I would be the type to get married let alone a January wedding but it seems right. We've had a small civil ceremony and were now at a Pub to have our reception. Right now Robbie is dancing with his daughter I consider it a prelude to when she gets married. Robbie's son was unable to make the journey but has sent a huge floral arrangement and we spent over an hour talking on the phone a week ago. He has tremendous insight he thanked me for making his father happy and I made him a promise that I would never mar the memory of Val. At this he merely laughed saying that he just knew I never would do that. Lynn and I also had a conversation she's a bit more protective of her father and once again a promise was made.

I look at my hand; a platinum band adorns my finger. Since the ceremony I've moved the emerald back over to join the wedding band. I belong to him now, I spy his left hand he also wear platinum. I wanted a different metal besides gold. On his dresser he keeps his gold wedding band in a box behind a picture of his children. At first he was bit leery of putting up her pictures in our house but I merely hammered a nail into the wall and placed a portrait of himself, Val and the children on the wall. He laughed at this and then kissed me what happened after that has me blushing now.

Our guests are starting to depart and we decide to make our leave. I watch as Robbie takes a large orange bloom from the floral arrangement and he smiles at me. He opens the door to the Jag and soon we are driving through the streets. We slow and I know where we are. "Want me to come with you?" I ask.

He just nods and we exit the Jag. I watch as he picks through the gravestones I bet he can find hers blindfolded. He kneels down and I stand beside him just off to the side. His ring glints in the Winter sun as he brushes off the gravestone. He places the perfect orange bloom in the frog below the gravestone. I place my left hand on his shoulder and he speaks, "Hello bonny lass, this is Laura."