Fionn’s wedding was perfect, down to the hammered pewter napkin rings and dried Carline Thistles. The candle centerpieces bore the Claddagh, flames flickering, urging Seamus to raise his glass.
“May you never fall, forget, or fight. If you must fall, fall in love. If you must forget, forget your worries. If you must fight, fight for your family.” A sea of flutes rose, champagne in hand. They were a family worth fighting for.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Best toast ever!