Yards of tulle and silk ribbon adorn the rows. Air is scented with flowers and candles glow. Soft music floats through the air.
Suits with bowties and shuffling feet stand nervously up front as they clear throats and try to calm his nerves.
Grey hair with boutonnieres and corsages escorted carefully down the aisle. They have stood the test of time and pray these do as well.
Moms who have tried to find the ‘just right’ dress, who hope they’ve done everything right to prepare child for this day, march proudly down the aisle.
Ringlets of curls strewing blossoms as she comes, accompanied by chubby fingers balancing that ring on the pillow bring smiles to every face.
Oh so good friends and sisters in matching dresses one by one make their way, smiling the assurances they just imparted one last time.
Suddenly the music changes, heads turn, and the “ahhs” can be heard. A proud father with misty eyes has his angel beauty on his arm and slowly they come forth. One mother takes her eyes off them for just a moment to capture her son’s awe as he watches the one chosen for him.
Two now stand hand in hand listening carefully to words old as time. Repeating what they hear, slipping rings on fingers with vows special for each other. A tender kiss and as God intended now the two are one!
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