The walk down the aisle
Where the rest of the morning seemed to drag on and on, this part went like it didn’t happen at all. I remember struggling up the back stairs of the church in my huge dress, taking the last few by myself as I tried to stay out of sight until the moment I was to begin my walk to the front.
I remember two thoughts.
“Dad’s walking too fast. We have to slow down.”
“Oh! There he is. There he is.”
I hugged my mom, then my dad. Then, turning away, I took the final steps toward our marriage on my own, taking my fiance’s arm as I stepped up onto the stage.
(Photos courtesy of my aunt and uncle.)
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