Mr and Mrs Branson Part 2- The Wedding Day
Todays the day. The day I have been raised for. However, I do not feel a sense a dread as I had been taught to expect. All I felt was pure joy and excitement. Excitement at the prospect of being married to the man I love.
I am standing in front of a mirror in the middle of my future mother in laws bedroom. I am wearing her wedding dress, the one she has spent hours altering. She has put in the effort not some servant who she thinks she is above. This is how you show you care. I look at myself in the mirror and I can honestly say I feel beautiful. In my hand me down dress and hair that isn't all in place. I feel beautiful. I need no maid to make me look perfect the happiness that shows in my smile and bright eyes is all the beautiful I need this day.
It's not long until it is time to leave. Mary and Edith who have travelled to Dublin to see me marry Tom have came to the house to escort me to the church. I cannot hide the fact that it hurts that papa has not come to give me away. Tom's father has been kind enough to step in. I take a deep breath as I walk out the little house as I feel nervous excitement build up within the pit of my stomach.
We get to the church a little late as tradition and I feel myself begin to get nervous. I can't explain why because I know today will be the best day of my life. Mary and Edith run inside the church ahead of me and moments later I hear the sound of the organ playing. I smile to myself and link my arm with Tom's fathers and we walk in.
As I walk into the small church building I see the faces of all of Tom's family and friends and of course Mary and Edith. As I slowly pace down the aisle I feel special in a way I have never felt special before. Special in a normal way, not special in a way in which it's because I'm different.
I see Tom's face light up at the end of the aisle where he stands with the priest. I give him a shy smile back and as I see the look into his eyes I almost want to cry.
As we are pronounced man and wife we kiss and a big cheer goes up. We have become one. I am his and he is mine. I hold his big strong hand as we walk back down the aisle. I feel so happy and I know he does too.
After the wedding ceremony there is a small gathering of people. Where we eat, sing and dance. My wedding day was not as I had dreamt of as a little girl. I had imagined a handsome lord who owned a big estate ( even though Tom is very handsome) , a large church wedding, with a brand new dress, big cake and I of course I would have been surrounded by my family. However, none of that matters because I have married the man I love and not only that I have escaped that entrapment which was my home.
Hope you enjoyed Part 2. I will do a Part 3 of the wedding night.
