Funny Feelings

by Tarah DeWitt

It’s a colorful umbrella with flowers raining from the canopy.

“I’ve got a funny feeling this is the start of something great.”

“No more apologies, please. Especially since I’ve been thinking about that, imagining it, for a very long time.”

An umbrella. Watercolor splatters in the ink, bright flowers raining from its canopy. “Meyer—” “It’s the tattoo you gave Hazel the first time we met. That little temporary one? I only had a picture of it on my phone, so I don’t know if it’s exact or not. I got it in … Vegas. I got it for you.” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Fee, I was so fucking lonely before you found us.”

“Why the fuck do you think I work out so much? Had to work off the tension somehow. It got worse when this pain-in-the-ass, beautiful, funny redhead came traipsing into my life.”

Because you’re mine. And I’m yours. Yours, yours, yours, I think.

“I believe that jumping in puddles is better than any fancy party, and I believe that I’ll fight for your love, for the honor of loving you, every day, for the rest of our lives.

Because it’s my wedding day, and I should get to feel more beautiful than I ever have. And I do.