Tyler stood at the chancel of St. Andrew’s Church, waiting for his bride. He took a steadying breath and glanced across the few feet that separated him from Miranda’s cousin Adam.
It had been Gran’s idea that this be a double wedding—Adam and Tory, Tyler and Miranda. He hadn’t been sure at first about sharing this day, but he’d come to see that this was about more than their wedding. It was about family, joined together and extending into the past and into the future.
Josh, perfectly at ease in his best-man role, leaned close. “You’re acquiring a lot of family today.”
“Yes.” He looked across the church, packed with those who’d come to wish them well. He’d once thought family meant only people who wanted something from him. Now he knew better.
Even his mother was there, all the way from Madrid and her new husband, looking dazed at the fact of being a grandmother. He still had to smile at the thought of the gracious way Miranda had welcomed her. She’d found again all the confidence she’d ever need.
His gaze intersected with Gran’s, and she nodded solemnly, then looked past him to where the dolphin stood. He didn’t need much imagination to know what she was thinking. Once again things had been restored to the way God intended them. The lost had been found.
The organ music swelled, and Sammy appeared at the head of the aisle next to Adam’s daughter. Jenny carried a basket of flowers. Sammy stared intently at the rings he bore, then looked up and flashed a smile at his father as he began to walk toward him.
Tyler’s heart lifted with the music. All this had begun with a picture of Sammy sliding onto his desk, interrupting the life he’d thought he wanted. He couldn’t have guessed then that it would end this way, with wholeness restored and a richer future than he’d ever dreamed of.
The matrons of honor came next—Miranda’s sister, Chloe, and Tory’s new sister-in-law, Sarah. Then a rustle went through the church as the music rose triumphantly.
Miranda came toward him, radiant in the ivory gown that had been her grandmother’s and the lace veil that had been handed down to generations of Caldwell brides. His throat was so tight he had a moment of panic, thinking he wouldn’t be able to voice his vows.
Then she reached him, and he took her hand in his and knew he could do anything, be anything, as long as he had her love. Together they turned to face the minister.
Behind the pulpit, the Caldwell dolphin, back where it belonged, arched upward in prayer, its smile a reminder of God’s eternal love and blessing.