As anyone who's ever read a love story knows, the wedding is usually the last chapter of the book. But in a real love story, there's so much more to be told. So much happens in the happily ever after. And that’s what the sequel is for: to tell the story of two people as husband and wife as they live and grow together. So here are pages from our sequel.
We walked down to the water's edge and lowered him to the ground. His toes curled against the densely packed sand, and he looked down at the ocean foam, the last bubbly traces of the receded wave. His chubby feet pressed deeper into the wet sand until his toes disappeared. Daddy's hand held his own tightly and securely. He poked a finger of his other hand into his mouth, not even noticing the small grains of sand that were stuck to it. His eyes were firmly on the ocean as he tried to figure out this new place.
And then suddenly, a wave crested and a wall of foaming water advanced. He followed it with his eyes as it splashed against his leg. He worked to maintain his balance. And then as quickly as it had come, the water began to withdraw. His eyebrows knit together. This was a puzzling place indeed. But he did not dislike it. Another wave came and then a third. He lost interest in the waves, the foam, the sand. He lifted his arms for Mama and as always, she came running.