Wedding bells ringing, crowds cheering, friends and family greeting. This is what happiness officially sounds like. Memories of these past years have been rough, the good the bad, everything has all lead up to this glorious day. Wedding day. My William Shakespeare is standing at the front of the aisle smiling with glassy eyes at me. I know he loves me now. And I love him eternally, and I will for the remainder of my life. He is my absolute everything. As the cliché wedding song begins playing, all eyes retreat to the back of the aisle where I'm standing with Michael, in my tuxedo and sweaty palms. The ehole scenario that went down minutes prior was heart wrenching because it's true. Michael was an absolute mess last year when Him and Isabel were wed. It was hilarious to watch him prepare last minute things, and make sure every detail was perfect for her. In the end it was all worth it though because it was spectacular. Madeline littered roses up and down the aisle, Will, Zachary and I were to the left while Bee and Jess were on the right. When Michael had trudged down the aisle, he was a mess. Hair was hardly slicked back, his tux was wrinkled and he had obvious tearstains under his eyes. But once he was at the front and Isabel entered with her arm locked to her fathers, he smiled for the first time that day.
Her dress wasn't so fancy that the train of it was dragging, and it wasn't toplain to the point where it had nothing. I'd never seen anything more perfect, other than William of course, in the entirety of my life. It glittered like gold with gems strewn about the waist in a sash formation. Her hair was so colorful to say the least, with at least 5 colors. But it worked, just like Will and I. It worked out amazing. She was crying, Michael was teary-eyed, and ai was smiling like an idiot holding my soon-to-be Husbands hand in mine securely. She made her way down the aisle with her father by her side, and was then handed off to Michael. Devon, the pastor, wed them that day. July 21, 2014. I will never forget that day, because now they have a little girl named AnnaBelle, who is hardly a year old and is at the front of the church with Isabel holding her.
Back to now. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I decorated everything with white and pink streamers, red roses, white geraniums, bows around every chair and table, to say it looked amazing was an understatement by a long shot. Yet still I felt light-headed due to pressure. I wanted to run out of the church right now, but that wouldn't be fun now would it. I loved William with everything I had, so I had to do this. With sweaty palms and glistening eyes, I began walking, Michael by my side. In 60 seconds, give or take, I was at the front with my hands intertwined with William's. Before Michael passed me off though he whispered something in my ear.
"Go get em' tiger," he had said. And I did. Devon wed us, and we had the afterparty. It was all so overwhelming. We had our bags packed, and ready. Fore now, we were off to Britain to spend the rest of our lives together. To say any of this was great was horrible. Because that day was one I have ceased to forget. Ten years later, and I still fall in love with him all over again every single day of my life. He's a doctor, and I'm a veterinarian, and together we fight crime in our little home with two little munchkins keeping ua on our feet 24/7.
But, I wouldn't give up this life for the world, because on August 17, 2015 I married the love of my life. And I will love him for the rest of it.
The End.
