A poem for Billy and Jessica
At the Boston Harbor Hotel
They would pass each other in the halls.
Exchanged quick glances.
A look in their eyes.
At first, just passers-by.
She the shy pretty girl with the flowing chestnut hair and legs for days
He the hyper guy with a boyish grin and the Cesar cut flecked with gray.
Over time, those glances became spoken words, thoughts unfurled.
Their voices finally met.
At first, small unofficial dates in the hotel cafeteria.
They talked about the Jersey Shore, the North Shore, the South Shore.
Backgrounds were shared,
His Italian-American North shore roots and the Marines. Her Cuban-American upbringing on Lake Shore Drive and French Memories.
Numbers exchanged.
From the start, his easy-going charm and joie-de-vivre matched her elegant beauty and quiet grace.
An official first date. Davio’s in Back Bay.
A screening of Robin Hood. Worst movie ever made
But the date– five stars!
It continued with scenic drives along the beaches of Revere.
And somewhere between his teasing, relaxed nature
And her coquettish sweet receptions
Something was born. A love began to form.
They spoke every day since then in 2010.
Long nice walks. Late night talks.
About Mac and Cam, the Red Sox and Pats
More dates came. Experiences awaited. Road trips to Newport, Wilmington, Vermont and Maine.
Flights to the West Coast, Napa Valley, Monterey Bay.
They could steer her Mazda or his truck in any direction they choose,
Or take to the sea aboard Jessie’s C-Shell with the Sanchez crew.
Where to go? It didn’t matter.
They had everything to gain and nothing to lose.
As long as they’re together.
Their families met.
TV nights. American Idol. X Factor. So You Think You Can Dance.
Easter. Thanksgiving. Christmas, Midnight mass.
Stockings. Cards. And lots of candy.
But they were always each other’s number one gifts.
Relationship status update July 2011.
Their days became fuller.
Enriched with happiness.
Memories fresh, continuing to grow.
Because when you know, you know.
Not long after, another Facebook update:
“Finally, he’s my fiance,” it read.
She finally found someone with whom she felt most at home.
And in her he found a loving anchor, one to call his own
A natural balance. A sweet cadence. They tend to finish each other’s sentences.
In each other, they had a best friend, a teacher, a lover and listener.
A boyfriend, a girlfriend, a husband and wife.
On Edge Hill Road, a promised life.
So what we do call this loving pair
Billica.
Jessiam.
How about, the Ferullos.
Forever.
Amen.
My goddaughter Jessica and her husband asked me to write a poem for their wedding about how they met and their love for one another. They asked me to share it at their wedding in Massachusetts where I read it outloud for the first time.
Mac and Cam refer to his dogs. And French Memories is a bakery. and Pats are the New England Patriots.
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