Oh my God, I am actually standing here. In the door way on my father’s arm. He looks at me and brushes a tear from my eye. His eyes are glistening also. He smiles and I reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek whispering, ” I will always love you Daddy.”
The music is playing. Roses adorn the entire room. Perfume scents the air. We take one step then two and we slowly walk down the aisle. People are smiling. Photos are being taken.
I see my Mother. She is weeping. I smile at her and I continue our walk. He leads me into the hands of my one and true love. We look into each others eyes and I can’t help but let a tear fall gently.
The minister speaks but I’m not hearing. I hear my lips saying I Do. My stomach is trembling as he slips the ring on my finger. As we are pronounced man and wife, he gently lifts my virgin veil and kisses me for the first time as his wife.
My legs feel weak. I must not faint, no not now. I place my hand in his and we turn to the guests. I hear clapping. I see crying. I see smiles. I am married. I have dreamed of this for years. I used to dance, as a child, in my mother’s dresses twirling round and round to the music playing on my jewelry box.
I take my gloved hand and wipe my tears. Joy bubbling up and over my heart and soul. We start our walk back down where we came in as separate units. He stops me under the arch and tenderly kisses me. Running his finger over my jaw line I want to melt like chocolate drops right here, but I must control my emotions.
Wedding gifts are opened, Champaign is drank. Food is tasted. We hold each other closely as we partake in the first dance. I am drunk with love. All I can do is stare into his eyes. The man of my dreams.
He seems to sense as he always has that this may be our cue to leave. He goes to the podium and he is thanking everyone for attending. He is letting them know that we will be departing now for our honeymoon.
Everyone is standing. They are clapping and yelling good wishes. Rose petals are thrown on the floor as we make our way to the back door of the church. He helps me get into the front seat of the car. He climbs in and leans over and gives me another kiss. It is more heated. I can feel my body stirring with desire as he starts the engine and we depart.
He pulls into the parking lot. Opening my door he leads me through the entrance. Stepping to the counter he takes the room key in his hand and tucks it in his pocket. He walks to me, kissing me in front of everyone and leads me off to paradise.
Shutting the door and placing the Do Not Disturb sign on the door he loosens his tie. He takes off his tux and jacket. Slipping off his shoes he is undressed down to his trousers. He comes to me and turns me gently around.
Unzipping my dress he gently caresses my shoulders as he drops it slowly to the floor. He turns me so I am facing him. Cupping my face with his hands he kisses me ever so tenderly.
I can not hold myself up any longer. I sit on the bed and he follows. He helps me scoot further up on the bed and lies me down my head resting on the plush pillows. His hand glides down my body, my body reaching up to him. This tender moment will always remain in my memories forever and ever as we became one that evening.
Who I am 