Footsteps, Mom was bringing coffee to her principessa, still bleary eyed on her wedding morning.
Wind howled and the sky darkened. I pulled the covers closer, took a sip of the steaming coffee and was thankful that I had a wool cloak to wear on my stormy spring wedding day.
The doorbell clamoured, insisting we take notice of the beautiful bridesmaids waiting to come in out of the cold.
The loveliest of lovely bridesmaids who ever existed were coming to spend the day with me. They made sure I had everything I needed, which was only their love.
Love, a champagne toast.
Love, laughter from downstairs as mom curled my hair.
Love, squeals of delight as the flowers arrive.
Love, anticipating my every desire.
Love, the loveliest of lovely bridesmaids.
A flurry of action: curls, dresses, shoes, a touch of makeup; the groom is arriving, he is here!
I descend into a room full of only one person. My most handsome of grooms is smiling at me, his eyes twinkling.
After so much anticipation we're finally off! Dad is driving us slowly towards our destination.
Arrival!
Pictures!
Waiting!
Finishing Touches!
Hiding!
Music!
And now, it is time.
A multitude of people are smiling at me and for the first time I understand why one might be nervous at such a moment. I cling more tightly to Dad's arm as he walks me toward my sweet smiling groom.
And then there is only Seth. Sunny sparkling eyes, sharp handsome suit and that smile, beaming back at me. He actually wants to love me forever and the thought makes my soul ache with love. The love-ache overflows and my eyes fill with burning, blurry happiness.
But then it's time to go. We are man and wife and we have a spectacular party to throw.
