A/N: Hello everyone! It has been at least 3 years since I have even made an attempt to write anything, I've missed it! I have been so busy with every day life, two little ones running around the house and finally planning a wedding for myself and their Daddy. All on top of working a full time job as an Office Manager! I have truly missed writing, it's a great stress reliever. I have been reading this whole time though. FMA is dear to my heart, it was a big part of my childhood growing up, so I have never really let myself stray too far from it. This series is exactly what the title says, glimpses of EdWin through the years, with tons of Golden Trio love and over all FMA goodness. The chapters will mainly be somewhat chronological, with updates very sporadic. I have a few different unfinished stories in my profile that I'm not looking into finishing at the moment, but things could change. I am simply writing to write and to keep my love of FMA alive. Please enjoy. :)

White

It was simple, yet elegant. White chiffon danced along her curves, hugging them in all the right places. The gown just grazed the floor and above, a sweetheart neckline adorned her chest. It was nothing you would have seen on the cover of Central Times, such simplicity was scarce in that area of Amestris, especially when it came to fashion, but that's what Winry liked about it.

She did one final spin around in front of the full length mirror in Granny's room and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous all of the sudden. Maybe it was just the fact that this day was finally here. A day she thought she was going to have to wait a thousand lifetimes for, not only because of Edward's cluelessness, but the journey over all. It was long and endless, trying and testing and she hated it. She hated every minute of it. The waiting, the wishing, the deep longing that she went to bed with every night while he was away. The anxiety of not knowing if he was okay, if he was safe.

She had known from a very young age that she truly loved Ed more than just a sister loved her brother. She knew early on that her relationship with Ed was nothing like her relationship with Al, she loved them both, but she loved them both so differently.

Edward was always the first one to stand up to defend her and was so fiercely protective of her. He knew her strengths and weaknesses, her guilty pleasures and all her secrets. He knew how thunderstorms scared her and how a fresh bouquet of wild flowers made her smile. He knew she loved to bake and he was always eager to try her new recipes. He knew that she loved to be loved and he was simply the best at loving her (and making love to her). He knew all her fears and would sit up at night to comfort her when she would abruptly awake from a nightmare. He knew why the sight of a gun would cause her to hide away in herself.

But he would bring her back-and he did so beautifully.

The way he would trace the tiny freckles on her face when he would move her hair from her eyes to kiss her softly. The way he would take her hands in his and, once again, remind her of how powerful they were. The way he would smile smugly at her when they would bicker playfully at the dinner table. The way he could read her so easily, like one of his father's old alchemy texts he was always so lost in. The way he always knew when she needed him to just hold her, desperately. The way he held her so delicately, knowing how strong she actually was.

She looked at her reflection again, at the bride she had always hoped for herself to be. She was ready for this phase of life, this new chapter, and was content, knowing Edward was as well.

He would tell her in all the ways he would kiss her and the ways he would hold her on the couch while they would discuss their day at work. The way he would promise her everything, knowing she did not want for much, but his love and loyalty. He would give her that and so much more.

A small figure appeared in the mirror behind her, beaming at the sight of her.

"Are you ready, dear?"

She turned to face her grandmother and gave her a hug, squeezing her tight.

"Yea, let's go. I can just see Ed pulling at the collar of his dress shirt right now." She laughed, imagining a sweaty, nervous Edward waiting for her at the makeshift altar in the backyard.

Her grandmother chuckled and offered Winry her hand as they made their way down to where the ceremony was being held.

Yes, she was ready, they both were.