Memories Cycle 2 - WINNER ANNOUNCED
http://i.imgur.com/ebrUXkK.png After being asked and feeling a bit nostalgic, I've decided to bring back a second cycle of this fabulously fun couples modeling competition! This competition is a...
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It was a misty Saturday morning the day of our wedding. I stood in front of the big picture window in the groom’s chamber overlooking the botanical garden grounds. The ceremony was scheduled to begin at ten am, and by nine am I had already warn the rug across the oaken floors thin pacing and vomited not once but twice into the potted plant in the corner of the room. My heart raced at a fierce pace. Any attempt to calm my anxiety with deep breathing would lead to me forgetting to breathe all together. I wasn’t unsure of what I was doing by any account. If there was anything I was sure of it was that this is where I wanted to be. However faced with the actual event, I was finding myself trembling like a small child, completely paralyzed by the magnitude of the even about to take place. My stress load was doubled knowing that my father not only disapproved, but refused to even attend the event. I had never fought my father the way I did the night I told him my intention to marry Kaire. He had never laid such harsh words to my ears. We hadn’t spoken in the weeks since, and I longed for him to be there, telling me to calm myself and prepare for what was to come. When the inevitable knock came on the door, I felt my stomach giving out once more as my mind alternated dramatically between wanting to run and praying to God that Kaire didn’t run. One more deep breath entered my body as I walked forward and opened the door. “Are you ready?” my father asked smiling widely. My heart calmed, and I felt relief wash over my body.
“I am now.” I smiled back. He extended his arm down the hallway.
“After you.”
“Thank you father.” I whispered hoarsely. I held out my hand, grateful he was there.
“No son.” He replied, pulling my hand towards his body and hugging me warmly. “Thank you. I’ve made a lot of mistakes with you over the years….but not this. This won’t be one of them.”
The grand hall was decorated beautifully with white linen and tulle draped from arch to arch. Light pastel roses and sprigs of green broke up the cascades flowing through the room. As I walked down the aisle, passed smiling faces of friends and family alike I beamed with pride. Then…the whole room rose up in unison, and my heart jumped from my chest and followed my eyes to the opposite end of the room. Kaire walked in, and ever fear, every doubt, drained away with every mistake I made along the way. The most beautiful woman in the world was walking down a crinoline lined aisle towards me, and she was mine.
The ceremony was traditional; with the exclusion of the word obey at Kaire’s request. When I was given permission to kiss my newly titled wife I nearly knocked over our officiator pulling her to me. Kaire laughed, our guests cheered, and I had never been so happy in my life.
After the ceremony Kaire and I were escorted around the gardens by our photographer. We had decided against a large bridal party, choosing instead to stand on our own before each other. We moved from location to location making memories to look back on in the years to come. Near the waterfall Kaire was pulled aside to take pictures in the pavilion. I stood patiently aside watching the water flow over the rock formations, Lost in thoughts of everything that had transpired over the course of all my time with my new wife. I was pulled back to the moment by Kaire looping her arm through mine, and pulling me in the opposite direction of which I was facing. “Come on.” She sang sweetly. “We’re going this way.” I turned my head towards her and gazed into her soft brown eyes. My whole life I knew exactly where I was going. I never faltered in my direction, nor did I ever question my decisions. Then one day she came into my life, and completely changed the course of it. Just like that gentle tug on my arm on our wedding day, I knew I needed to follow her. Wherever she goes, that is where I am meant to be.
A few months later, when going over our wedding photos, I found a shot the photographer had taken of that moment by the waterfall. I keep it now, in my office at the company I co own with my father. It serves as a reminder of how truly unpredictable life really is…and how wonderful of a thing that can really be.
