Here Comes The Sun


“Daddy, I can’t do this,” she said as she clutched her stomach, trying to subdue the butterflies that were buzzing away inside of her. All her life she had wondered if this day would ever come; and even now that it was here she still couldn’t believe it was real. How could someone love me enough to promise me their forever? What if it’s all a hoax? What if he grows tired of me? What if I grow tired of him? She had never been one to love easily; insecurities and over-rationality had always prevented her from carelessly and passionately falling in love, they caused her to be detached and therefore she had trouble connecting with the men who came into her life. And even after her soon-to-be-husband came in and, against her better judgment, swept her off her feet, even after he waited for three years to ask for her hand because he knew she couldn’t rush into things, even after all his kindness and patience she still felt as if his love couldn’t be real. Who could love me that much?

Her father gently placed his hands on the sides of her face and wiped away her worries along with her tears. “Everything will be fine, you look beautiful,” he reassured her and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Then he held his arm out for her to hold onto and dutifully turned to face the towering double doors. With a deep breath and the coordinator’s “Ready? Alright, let’s do this,” the doors slowly swung open and she was blinded for an instant by the bright lights inside. As the blindness began to fade she started to take in the room around her. With a glance to the left she saw the thumbs-up, waves, and smiles from her close family and friends, her mother’s eyes brimming with the tears that she had waited 28 years to shed; and turning to the right she gazed upon the approving faces of her new family, all of them delighted to see that their son, grandson, brother, nephew, cousin, and friend had finally found the girl worth settling down for. Then, suddenly, her ears alerted her that replacing the typical bride’s march to an organ playing Canon in D Major, was the beautiful sound of an acoustic guitar strumming George Harrison’s “Here Comes The Sun.” Instantly, her mind flew back to her first date with her now almost-husband.

They were sitting next to each other on the bar of a small 50’s style diner, enjoying a couple burgers and fries, and trying to chat away the awkwardness that accompanies a first date. Overhead the speakers began to play “Here Comes The Sun” and she paused mid conversation to shush him and say “I love this song! It’s my favorite!” He had already known she was a huge Beatles fan, but to hear that this was her favorite song took him a little by surprise. “Really? This one? Out of all the great Lennon-McCartney-Harrison pieces, this is your favorite? It’s so simple, so commercial,” he said. She just shook her head, “No…. no, not commercial, just happy. I dunno how to explain it, but to me there is no happier sound than those first few chords strummed on George’s guitar. It’s the happiest sound on Earth.” 

Directing her eyes towards the sound of the guitar, they finally landed on him; standing directly across from her down the aisle, dressed in typical tuxedo black, beaming away as he strummed the simple melody on his guitar was her nearly-husband. Without pause, without thought, she immediately lifted the hem of her dress, revealing a couple of white and teal tennis shoes, and proceeded to sprint down the aisle until she had jumped into the arms of her man who had barely had enough reaction time to place the guitar on the ground and brace for her incoming tackle. Strong as he was, though, he was still unable to prevent the two of them from tumbling backward onto the floor, the white satin cloth of her dress enveloping them both. Gazing into each others eyes, with more confidence and certainty than she had ever felt before, she whispered, “I love you.”

He smiled once again, as wide as his cheeks would allow him, and said “Quite right too.” He gave her a quick wink and added “I love you, babe.” Then, not even bothering to stand up, he pulled her in for a kiss and at that moment she let all her doubts melt away with the warmth of his lips.

Their embrace was then shortly interrupted by her brother shouting, “Oi! He didn’t say you could kiss the bride yet!”


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