24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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"I can't believe you're here," I cried out in the crock of his neck.
"How are you doing, baby girl," said my dad Kenton after we pulled apart.
"Forget how am I doing!? Wha--how are you here right now? Mom said that you weren't going to make it."
My dad chuckled, saying to me, "I told her to tell you that because I wanted it to be a surprise. You should've known that I wouldn't miss your big day for the world. Not only will I watch you walk down the aisle today but I get to see all of my daughters walk. I might not live to see Aria's turn but I'm glad to see her walk down an aisle anyway, but really you guys all look spectacular, especially you baby girl."
"Thanks dad, but please stop with the dying talks. Of course you'll live to attend Aria's wedding. The doctors told you months ago that you only had two months to live, but by the grace of God look at you now months later. You might not be in perfect health but at least you're here and I'm so appreciative that God allowed you to see this day."
"Me too," he smiled and said to me, "I feel so undeserving of living. I didn't ask God to spare me but here I am. I might not be healed but I'm not in the hospital either and I'm doing way better than I was before because of His grace and mercy and your continuous prayers over me."
"Preach daddy, preach," I cheered with a big smile on my face. It feels good to hear him talking about God, refreshing even.
He then laughed at me but soon sobered up and said to me in a more serious manner, "but really, how are you holding up my dear? You looked very distraught when I first came into the room."
"I'm okay, dad."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I sighed, adding, "at least I think so," as I turned away.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I said to him, "Dad, let's not press the issue. Not now," I told him, because if I even dare to start to explain anything about my feelings I'm gonna break out in tears. I'd rather keep everything to myself that way I could keep my composure.
Dad took hold of my hand and he led me to the couch to have a seat. When he noticed the stain on my dress from the dried champagne, he got up, wet the cloth and came back to try to wipe it out. Most of it went away, thankfully, but luckily from afar it shouldn't be noticeable.
"All better," he smiled, gazing down at me from head to toe in admiration. Dad said to me with a tear falling down from his face, "you look just like your mother in this dress. Her dress wasn't as perfect but just like you she rocked it. I remember like yesterday the day of our vow renewal when your mom walked down the aisle to me. By the time she got to me her makeup was ruined by tears. I don't know if it was tears of joy but that day I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I bet Andrew might feel that way as well, at least I hope."
