Cordially invited...

Time becomes almost the wind.

After Oiha went to the doctor and got more than enough on paper  to get her step father put in jail was already an event and after that was more and more events that have gotten us through to school break with little to keep us all bored at anytime.

Oiha now lives with Kaoru,we offered to have her at our appartment but even with a truce made does not mean we are really meant to stay together under one roof yet.

Kaoru the day after the matter about Oiha was settled told me that Uncle Goji proposed to her.

"I know Go wanted to tell you first but i felt like i needed your approval on my own,i know that we have not seen each other a month but...I can't get over the feeling of him asking so..confidently.
I just have to Yukihana.Do you understand?"

I do.
Too well and that scares me a little and i am not sure if it should be more or less.

Arata is taking even further and advanced training to get accepted into a french culinary school,even is participating in the kendo program to that end.
Kenshin allowed him in on the reasoning that no one would be refused unless they proved harmful but i think a little bit is due to the fact that Arata still tries to talk to me.

I can not seem to get him to understand i will not or never trust him again and the matter of Oiha was a special circumstance,nothing more.

Kenshin will not tell me why about it,things are so early for us so i do not think it my place yet to push forward in that topic.

The wind here by the sea is therapeutic to me,i feel it hug me softly while it moves my hair with its mood.
This feeling,it makes me smile and makes me think of various moments from our first date and on how often i would feel a hug.

Often more so my hair being twirled around by long,calloused fingers.
The feeling of being kissed rarely leaves my mind either but i must not be so obvious on that particular thought process.

I am not on this beach alone for long.

I have another twenty minutes or so to reflect on the last few months.

The program is growing by the hour with more signing the petition for his father to approve,i sometimes see a driver of his who i think might be an investigator watching me, but i am almost done with trying to watch for those watching me so i try to move along and go along.

His mother though.
Like a whole other breed of woman.

Stoic like a snow statue yet she gave me such a feeling of warmth one day when she came to visit me at work.

There was not one girl in the store that did not try to listen in but she was so clever in how she spoke that i did not know just how much she complimented me.

"Snow only falls where it is needed,sun only heals what is lacking and hope feeds what feels starved.Sometimes even a mother knows she cannot heal all wounds and that only some other can heal,painful as that is."

So much has changed for the better.
Maybe this weekend may also prove as healing.

"Come on hurry up Snow Bunny,the wedding is starting!"

My mom is calling me now.

Her twins are grabbing me by my hands pulling me from the view,i try to show a jovial face but i am not used to all of this but my mom seems to see my effort to let all of that yesterday pain go for today and tomorrow.

My dad is with his fiance standing by the benches he engraved for Uncle Goji and Kaoru,his daughter is trying to make a legal argument to receive some wedding cookies early and is failing to win over my father but Kenshin spots it and hands her a cookie of his own smiling like a manga villain about it.

I can not tell if my dad likes him or not.
My mom loves him.

"Handsome,rich,charming and nuts about you.What is there not  to approve of?He looks at you like a princess that he would do anything for.That is all i need from him and a 'I am happy.'from you which you told me more than once that you are so...I am not worried."

She smiled lightly after that but the little bit of parental grief has not left her features either.

The aisle is covered with cherry blossoms and white flower petals.
So many people came that we were amazed but Kaoru insisted that this wedding be exclusive to family.
It was only Uncle Goji's side,hers passed away some time ago but she told me it was enough.

We were enough.
He was enough.

The wedding after would be public for the sake of fans that have supported her latest comeback with fervor.

This whole thing is such an intense feeling that is so difficult to express.

"Any thoughts of your own of such similar matters?"
"Yes..when a nice boy comes along of course."

If my family were not here I know he more than likely would have kissed me for that but instead he goes to a little method we developed when we want to express anything but want to with prying eyes around.

Pinkie finger hold means:
A gentle arm caress.

Holding hands.
Typical but if he intertwines his fingers into mine it is a hug.

Caressing a hand with a thumb in circles:
A kiss.

That thumb has made over thirty circles in moments.
I should not have counted because it is making me blush and my half...my siblings are catching on and threatening to tell on me.

So..

I chase them until the wedding starts.
Then somehow,supernaturally it seems that...

Everything becomes slow and fast at once as words are said to bind,they wrote their own vows.

The cake is sent and I find a note that Arata made it,hoped that today would be a new beginning in so many ways.
Uncle Goji did not look happy but the cake was so lovely being four tiers with lattice work of white and purple with kanjis all over of their names and hopes for the future.

 Could not deny his work is lovely but we are not ready to let all this go,not yet anyway.

Party was next up with the debut of a new song by Kaoru.

"If I had never laid an eye,
I would have remained so blind.
Wonder,wonder,,wonder...
Wondering if I would have lost my mind!
I can not go,
ANOTHER DAY!
Without you.
No,
NOT ANOTHER!
Year,without you.
You were not there before but now you are,
You promised to stay I will too!
No matter where,
No matter WHAT!
I can not go another day....
Without you."

Little else was more than a blur for all of us that day.

My parents danced together for the first time in years and I watched as Uncle Goji and Kaoru made a disaster out of a waltz,appearing the happier and more romantic for it.

 My smile does not go unnoticed by the boy driving me home now who holds my and circling his thumb over the top over and over.

I look at him when I catch a moment to do so unseen by him and think about it.

White dress,cake.
Him as a groom.
Me,a bride.

The only thing that disrupts the thought is two cars pulling up taking picture after picture reminding me of the worry gnawing at my insides that..

Maybe I can not do this.
Even though 'This',
He and I.

I want so,so much.