For Brawnie, love was agreeing to speak in front of two hundred guests despite his discomfort.
Before the officiant declared them husband and husband, Brawnie began his recitation to Sean.
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
Sean felt honored that Brawnie was speaking Mr. Shakespeare’s lines from memory.
For thy sweet love rememb’red such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When Brawnie finished, Sean told the crowd how he learned the value of seasonings from his mother.
How her salmon soup consisted of nothing but warm milk with a can of salmon dumped in.
How, as a child, he always poured his portion down the drain after everyone left the table.
How he would strive to spice his marriage to Brawnie with humor and patience, and the occasional spritz of whipped cream.
That evening, Brawnie loosened his tie, shucked his shoes and socks, and flopped down prone on their bed. When Sean came to the bedroom door, he wondered if Brawnie’s well-developed pecs could actually be amplifying his impressive snoring.
For Sean, standing in the doorway, love was letting his new husband sleep off a stressful day, knowing they had already arrived at heaven’s gate.
Copyright 2019 by Brian Dean Powers