73 Memories

The Fifty-Third Memory

I actually have nothing to say, I just like writing onwards. Oh, except it's a double update, so make sure you read The Fifty-Second Memory first. 

Onwards!

"I've always felt it," you started, and I could already feel tears beginning to form. I was doing my best not to start crying in front of everyone. "I don't know why it took me so long to figure out what the feeling that flew around my stomach was, but it did. But I'll tell you the exact moment I knew I loved you. I was sneaking around a building, carrying a huge rolled up banner in my hands getting ready to climb a ladder. I was afraid of heights," you let out an airy laugh and I smiled, looking down at our hands and the white dress I was wearing. "And as I climbed that ladder, the only thought I had was, 'Man, I must really love this girl.' And that was the first time I had ever admitted it to myself. The first time I had truly realized it. Anyway, at that point, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be standing in front of you, getting ready to slide a ring on your finger that would be there forever. But, here we are."

You stopped speaking and a few tears broke free. I mentally scolded myself for crying on the most important day of our lives yet.

"I love you," I whispered."

You returned the words with a look of pride on your face, and then the minister gave me permission to say my vows.

I recited them almost perfectly, adding in a few extra words so it didn't sound like I had said them to your pillow a million times previous.

After I finished, a few more words were said and then we were kissing.

And just like that, I was married and my last name was different.

The rest of the wedding went just as smooth as the ceremony. Instead of the father-daughter dance, I had one with your brother.

"I can't believe you're my sister now," he said, and I laughed.

"The best sister ever, right?"

He scoffed dramatically. "The best sibling ever."

A snort escaped my lips before I could stop it. "You are so evil."

He nodded, taking pride. "I have to be, only the best little brothers are like me. Besides, it doesn't matter if you don't like me, because my big bro and I are a package deal."

I did my best not to laugh again and said instead, "I didn't know I married you, too." I made my nose scrunch up like I was disgusted.

"Oh, haha." he stuck his tongue out at me and I grinned.

The music stopped and we pulled away from each other. "Go find your brother for me. I don't want to move very much more in this dress."

I grabbed the sides of it and shook it, trying to show how many layers there were.

I knew he could tell how heavy it was when his eyes widened. "I'll do it if I get some of the leftover cake."

I curtsied slightly. "But of course, sir."

He laughed and walked away, and I plopped down where I was standing, giving my feet a break.

Right in the middle of the dance floor.

And the only thing that I was thinking was, they'll move.

Also, if you couldn't tell, the beginning is him saying his vows!