Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
He's all I've wanted all my life and even more
He smiled at me and, gee, the music started playing
"Here Comes the Bride" when he walked through the door
Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry
The boy whose life and dream and love I wanna share
For on my hand, a band of gold appeared before me
The band of gold I always dreamed I'd wear
When we kissed I felt a sweet sensation
This time it wasn't just my imagination.
November 20th 2015.
I stare at myself in the mirror as my mum curls my hair from behind, a massive smile on her face. Having her here.... and having her in a much better place mentally was so reassuring. I don't know how I would have gotten through today without any parents here with me.
"You are glowing my darling" She tells me, her eyes welling up with tears already.
"I'm not even ready yet" I chuckle, smiling up at her through the mirror. I guess that didn't matter.... I was her baby girl and her baby girl was moving on in life.
Today... I was getting married. I couldn't believe we were finally here, the day had come after months of stress, planning and excitement.
The morning had gone pretty smoothly, my mum woke us girls up around ten in the morning to a breakfast spread of pastries, fruit and plenty of prosecco (Of course!) We had been getting ready for a few hours now while listening to old school wedding songs, singing along and occasionally getting up to dance.
Right at that moment in time, my favourite one of those songs comes on.
'Today I met the boy I'm going to marry' It was in one of my favourites films of all time, Father Of The Bride.
It was bittersweet for me because I knew whenever I did get married that I wouldn't have a dad to walk me down the aisle, I wouldn't feel the fathers love a daughter is meant to feel on a wedding day.
I am forever grateful that my brother and I are the closest we have ever been... and that he will be the one to give me away to the love of my life.
"Still... you already look so gorgeous, so happy" She wipes the tear that had fallen, pulling the curler away from my hair.
"Thank you mammy" I grin, welling up slowly myself.
I had gone through some dark years.... dark months, dark days but I am so glad I came out the other side, I truly felt so happy for the first time in forever. I was complete.
I had Danny, I had my mum... I had Dougie. We were all okay and that's all that mattered to me.
I stand up from the seat and turn around to wrap my arms around her, burying my head in her neck as we both cry softly. Crying with happiness that is.
No more sad tears, at last.
I had woken up with a jolt, the room was ice cold. Probably because Danny had left the window wide open in the middle of December. I quite liked it though, I would rather be cold than too hot.... like any sane person.
I shake off the bad dream that had rudely awoken me from my sleep and carefully stand up from laying on the bed so I don't wake Danny up. I was staying at Danny's for Christmas this year... I couldn't believe we were spending our first one together. I felt bad not spending it with Doug, mum and Jazz... but I don't think I could have handled a week without Danny.
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Mrs Jones {Danny Jones}
Romance*Sequel to Miss Poynter* The day has finally come. Danny and Eve are getting married. They are taking the next step to the next chapter of their lives but will their dreams turn out to be what they had hoped? Will married life treat them well or wi...
