It was funny before she even said it. After that they were lucky to be able to even stand in front of the minister, much less keep a straight face.
Her father had been held up due to the storm, but they had to finish the ceremony to make the flight. He called and said he would see them in Denmark, take them to that museum.
As she had walked past the moonlit, moss-covered oaks a number of fireflies appeared. She whispered to Jack, “I guess Dad sent them to give me away in his place.” She should have known better. By the time they made it to the altar they were straining to suppress their laughter. Everyone thought it was a precious way to start a marriage and somehow they got through the ceremony.
As they walked to the limo later she whispered “Or maybe they’re our wedding fireworks.”