Love Sonnet Minus Two

Without gushing, or at least
trying not to gush, I love him
for you immediately. I want you
to crawl in his lap and get married
in Massachusetts or Vermont
even though I don’t believe in it,
marriage that is,
since my own broken family
hurts my stomach on Easter morning,
their tiny feet pounding on the flagstone,
skipping church for marshmallow rabbits,
I hide in a long white dress.