Twenty one years ago today I headed down an artificially widened aisle toward a bemused young man. The organist was playing Once in Royal David’s City, I was wearing an enormous dress (the reason for the widened aisle) and I had a death grip on my Daddy’s arm. I wasn’t afraid of the day or my beloved or the promises we were about to make - I was afraid of the dress, and landing in some poor unsuspecting lap. I was aiming for the few steps I needed to navigate and felt huge relief when I made it without incident. The hard part of my wedding day was over!
I loved our wedding and I’m pretty sure I had a goofy grin on my face the whole day. I loved the reception and I really really wish I had let my dad sing Sunrise, Sunset. And I loved our honeymoon in Lake Lure and Maggie Valley, NC. But most of all I loved that all of these things happened with my own heart right there beside me.
Happy Anniversary Sweetie!