Page 63 of My Favorite Color is Your Something Blue
Next to each other on the couch, we lock gazes, grinning. This video was captured after our return from the second gas-station saga—so many memories. That night, we’d returned to the wedding—after washing the blue from my car—in time for one last slow dance before Ava and Hudson made their grand exit. The two of us had then walked out to the dock, where kids were playing, rushing back and forth down the sturdy wood planks.
But Emma had followed us out, eager to add our well-wishes to the footage. She’d even brought the untouched melted ICEE as a prop, saying it was part of our wedding story.
In the video, we’re standing on the dock as the glow from the pavilion lights our faces. My blue bridesmaid’s dress floats around me in the breeze. Will has lost his tie, and we reach for each other’s hand as Emma zooms in on Will.
“Hey, Hudson and Ava,” he says. “Congratulations, and I wish you all the best. Thanks, Hudson, for always letting your little cousin hang out with you and protecting me when the girls tried dressing me up for tea parties. You were and are the best big cousin…even though I’m taller than you now.”
Across the porch, Hudson snorts.
Will’s onscreen self continues as a kid darts past, feet pounding on the wooden planks. “And just so you both know. This”—he indicates himself and me—“is not a setup. You can’t take credit.”
Hudson pauses the playback, and he and Ava launch into a debate with Will about whether or not this statement is true. Mema and I laugh, and I, of course, side with Will.
Finally, Mema says, “Shush, let’s see what Morgan has to say.”
Hudson grumbles but restarts the video. I catch Will’s eye, wondering how Emma decided to end it. The shot pans my way until I’m center screen, holding the ICEE. I lift it in a toast. “Hey, guys. Congratulations, and thanks so much for including me in your big day. Ava, I’m so glad your parents bought the house next door all those years ago. You were always my much cooler next-door neighbor, and I looked up to you more than you’ll ever know. You are more than my favorite babysitter—you are also my friend.” I brush the back of Will’s fingers with my own. “And thank you for all the great advice this week.”
The camera zooms out, switching to slow motion when the playing kid darts past again. But this time, he tumbles into me, and the video freezes on our shocked faces as the shiny blue waterfall cascades onto Will and me.
Hudson and Ava yell out in surprise.
“What?”
“No way!”
“It happened again?”
Mema rocks back, giggling, and we’re all shaking with laughter as Hudson plays the ending three more times.
Once we’ve caught our breath, I snuggle into Will, still smiling. He leans down, lips touching mine.
Ava was right.
Love is messy. It isn’t perfect.
I’m not sure what this is just yet, but there’s definitely something here.
It might be nothing.
But just maybe…it might be something.
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