Willow Kraimer

The Reception

The day was supposed to be about us: Me and Callie, our commitment to one another, our love. I suppose it mostly was, and as we sat hand-in-hand at the reception, I knew things had gone as well as could be expected. She’d said her vows. I’d said mine. Friends and family cheered as Callie triumphantly lifted a bouquet of dahlias over her head and trotted back down the lawn. Now we were quiet, tired, and warm with wine.