From the book Elvis by the Presley’s.
Priscilla shares, “Once home, he carried me over the threshold as he sang, “The Hawaiian Wedding Song.”
He could not have been more romantic, more loving and more passionate. Our endless wait was finally and mercifully over. What seemed like a new life had begun. We spent our honeymoon at the Circle G. I look back at those weeks as a remarkable lull in the midst of a storm.
Elvis was between pictures. I have never seen him so free of his entourage, the press, the Colonel, the incessant demands of his career. I loved cooking and doing laundry. We shared a new intimacy.
I remember one day I happened to look out the window. It was twilight. The sky was aglow in misty blue and radiant pink. There was Elvis, walking Rising Sun, his Golden Palomino. I saw them as silhouettes against the darkening sky. Elvis was walking slowly. I could practically hear him breathe. His breath was easy, his body relaxed. At that moment I was convinced my husband had finally found peace.”
Sadly, the peace was not long lived. Forces he could not a void, or chose not to avoid, were calling him back.
His world would not remain calm. Neither would our marriage, despite the birth of our beautiful daughter.
Neither of us could know about the tremendous obstacles ahead. But the future would absolutely include, some of the most memorable music Elvis ever created.
