Page 40 of Wrapped Up in Christmas Hope
“Although, we may need your help with one of the surprises, Andrew,” his grandma added, not that he bought her innocent look. “We still haven’t tracked down eight reindeer to pull Santa’s sleigh. Do you think you can find some?”
“Eight sleigh-pulling reindeer,” Andrew said, rocking back on his heels.
“Nine works, too, if you find one with a red nose,” Rosie added, laughing. “My wedding is going to be a winter wonderland with snow and—”
“Will there be snow at your wedding? How are you managing that?”
“Will there be snow?” Rosie laughed. “Dear boy, you underestimate me. I’ve got snow machines coming in from Snow-to-Go. I found them online. Five-star rating. They’re going to have Harvey Farms absolutely gorgeous.”
“Snow,” he mused. “Greyson’s never built a snowman.”
All four women’s eyes widened.
“Never?”
“Oh, dear. My great-grandson has never made a snowman?” Claudia shook her head. “That will never do.”
Rosie clapped her hands together with excitement. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”
Andrew and three Butterflies stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
“We’re going to build snowmen at the reception.”
Maybelle frowned. “Aren’t you spending a fortune to have an ice-skating rink set up?”
“Yes, but not everyone ice-skates.”
Maybelle’s expression said it all as she asked, “But everyone builds snowmen?”
Rosie ignored Maybelle’s sarcasm. “We’ll go down to the Goodwill and buy up all their scarves and hats for decorating them.” She clapped her hands together. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
“You’re crazy,” Maybelle vocalized what Andrew was thinking.
“Not that I don’t want Greyson to have the opportunity to build a snowman, but building snowmen at your wedding reception? Are you sure?” Claudia asked, eyeing her friend with uncertainty. “I mean, we don’t even know that we won’t really have a blizzard. Maybe you should plan something on the indoors.”
“The weather will cooperate. It wouldn’t dare do otherwise on my wedding day,” Rosie declared. “Besides, if it really becomes a blizzard, we’ll move the ceremony inside that big, beautiful barn the Harveys built and we’ll still have our outdoor fun, too. What could be better than a white Christmas Eve wedding and reception?”
“What, indeed?” Maybelle asked, shaking her head.
“Poor Lou,” Grandma Ruby sympathized. “With all the things you have planned for your wedding day, he’ll never get to go on his honeymoon.”
“Poor Lou nothing. He’s getting the wedding of the decade and me. What more could he want?”
Maybelle snorted. “I could make a few suggestions.”
“A wedding with less drama?” Grandma Ruby asked.
“If he wanted boring, he wouldn’t have proposed to Rosie,” Claudia pointed out.
“That’s true,” Andrew’s grandmother agreed.
Knowing none of them were going to admit to the fact that they’d been spying, Andrew said, “I’m going to go see if I can help the guys finish up that stack of material they’re working on before we head back to the fire department.”
Maybe it would be a crazy busy night and Greyson’s invitation would be a moot point.
“Do you think he’ll come?” Greyson asked as he undid the buckle to the built-in car seat in Grammy’s minivan.
Morgan shrugged as she handed him his Bible. Hadn’t she wondered the same thing long into the night? Would he show up for church? Would he get calls and have to work dangerous fires? Would he have kissed her had Greyson not awakened?
