Not Nearly Metta

My Ever Lasting Love

Knock, knock “Antonio it’s show time” Nelson said.

Knock, Knock “Its time Lela” Marvin said.

      Antonio and Lela snapped out of their day dream, kiss their picture and placed it on the dresser. As they looked over their selves one last time to make sure they looked perfect and walked toward the door.

“Lela you look beautiful” Marvin said holding the door open for me. “Thank you Marv” I said as I held the train to my dress and walked out.

       Everything was beautiful on the beach of Miami. I decided that having it on the beach wasn’t so bad after all and plus it did have sentimental value since it was where we first met. On the beach was an altar where the pastor stood under a cabana we had built just for this occasion. The curtains were white and tied back with a purple rope. The steps of the cabana as well as the carpet that lead to the cabana were gold. Nikki idea for putting the three colors together was perfect. On either side of the gold carpet were 8 roles of 14 chairs which added up to 224 chairs all together. We planned on having a small wedding but Antonio has a big family and we had a lot of friends to invite. Because Our Kitchen catered the wedding the cooks were also friends of ours so they were more than welcome to attend the wedding. All the chairs were white however, the first row on both sides chairs where the immediate family members sat chairs were white but the seat was purple.

        As planned my grandfather is walking me down the ale to give me away to the man of dreams. I was finally going to marry my King and live a fairy tale I read about as a child. As I looked down the ale to Antonio everyone stood and turned in my direction. Even though all eyes were on me mines was sole on him. I walked down the ale to “Don’t Change” by Musiq Soul Child. LaNaysia was the flower girls. She was just too cute in her flower girl dress. I could have sworn just yesterday that she was born. She was throwing out purple flowers and even placed them in people hands. I couldn’t even get mad I just smiled. Antonio little brother Carter was the ring bearer. He decided he didn’t want to balance the ring on the pillow so he just carried the ring and dropped the pillow in the middle of the ale. Still I couldn’t get mad. When he got to the top where he was suppose to hand the ring case to Nelson Antonio’s best man he gave it to his mom instead and sat down. Everyone laughed. Nelson just walked over to Trina and put the ring case in his inside pocket and resumed his place in the wedding. Antonio and I both expected that things would not go our way when it came to the children and we would just so go with the flow. As I made it to the alter I look at my handsome king through the vale. He was smiling from ear to ear showing his sexy smile. My grandfather kissed me on the check and then shook Antonio’s hand. Antonio reached for my hand and I grabbed his hand as I step on the step leveling me with him. Antonio was simply jaw dropping. He had on an all white suit. The inside of his jacket was purple and his vest and shoes were gold and to top it off he wore my favorite cologne Cuba Paris. He was breath taking and just the sight of him made me weak in the knees. My bride maids Alicia and Nicole had on beautiful purple gowns that they designed their self with gold heels. My maid of honor Carson had on an gold with purple trimming gown with purple heels. T and David were pretty sharp to in their black shoes and suits with purple vest. And Antonio best man Nelson wore a black suit with a gold vest and shoes. Everyone looked great but no one looked as good as Antonio. 

       Unlike regular weddings we had two pastors. My child hood Pastor Eric A. Peterson and Antonio’s auntie Janie Brown joined us in holy ceremony. The pastors finished the ceremony of blessing our lives together as one. Antonio began his vows, looking me in the eyes he said “Lela….

Speak now or forever hold your peace,

Is what the pastors  will asked

But before you think to part your lips hear me speak,