Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
They said "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong (You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life

Today was the day. Words could not describe the nervousness I was feeling within the pits of my stomach as I sat at the vanity waiting. Behind me was Molly with a curling iron, and in front of me was Ronnie delicately tracing my eyes with eyeliner. As my best friend and soon to be mother-in-law worked on my apperance, my mind couldn't help but wander off. This was going to be the happiest day of my life, yet I was feeling more tense than joy. I squirmed and fidgeted in my seat praying that Molly was almost done with my hair. I was becoming so anxious that I couldn't bear to sit still any longer.

"Angel, sit still," Molly gently scolded. "You don't want to make me mess up anything, do you?" She raised her eyebrows at me waiting for an answer.

"No, ma'am," I said, half aware of what was going on. I was too distracted by my overwelming thoughts. But evidently, my answer had sufficed, as Molly stopped nagging and took a chunk of my hair in her hand, twisting the curling iron around it. When my entire head was curly, she took a step back to admire her work.

"Oh, Angel, darling you look beautiful!" A small tear rolled down her cheek and she took my hand and helped me up. She led me to a full length mirror and I gasped at what I saw. I didn't even look like myself! Molly and Ronnie had done a fantastic job with me because I had actually looked beautiful! I carefully hugged everyone, making sure not to smudge or mess up my hair and makeup, and thanked them repeadedly. Ronnie put both of her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked with a serious tone. I looked at my best friend, but remained silent. Of course I was ready for this. Jack had my heart from the moment I first layed eyes on him. I remember sitting on that airplane staring at him and wondering what he was like. I remember our first kiss that had happened on the island. I remember falling in love with him all over again during our last year of high school. I remember all of our best and worst times, how I managed to love him regardless of the terrible past he's had, and how I was about to agree to spend the rest of my life with him.

"I'm more than ready," I finally declared to Ronnie. She smiled and hugged me one more time before it was time to go. The wedding was about to begin and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly nervous. It had felt as if I shallowed a pebble and it had grown into a boulder in my stomach.

I watched as my bridesmaids began to walk down the aisel. I began furiously chewing at my lip, as I realized it was getting closer and closer to my turn to walk. Catherine made her way down the aisel, then Ronnie, and I realized I was next. I heard the music begin to change to the Bridal Chorus and I knew it was my turn to go. I shakily put one high heeled foot in front of the other and slowly made my way down the aisel. As I walked, my eyes scanned the crowd. I saw Ralph was there, along with Roger, Maurice, Robert, and everyone else from the island. There was only one person missing though: My brother. I wish he could have been here for this. I then turned my gaze completely straight ahead and felt my breath catch in my throat. Jack was smiling a loving smile at me as I inched closer and closer to him. He looked breathtakingly handsome in a black tuxedo and I couldn't believe this was really happening. I finally approached him and stood across from him, dreamily gazing into his eyes. Nothing in the world seemed to exist right then and there except for him. Judging by the look in his eyes, I could tell he was feeling the exact same way. The minister began with the ceremony and by the time he got to the vows, I was more than ready to be Mrs. Merridew.

"Jack, do you take Evangeline to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in holy matrimony? Do you promise to love her, to honor and cherish her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to be to her in all things a good and faithful husband as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Jack said solemnly. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

The minister turned towards me.

"Evangeline, do you take Jack to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in holy matrimony? Do you promise to love him, to honor and cherish him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to be to him in all things a good and faithful wife as long as you both shall live?"

Right then and there, all of Jack and I's happiest memories flooded my brain. I looked deeply into his eyes and saw nothing but true love in them.

"I do."

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Jack and I turned towards each other, still smiling like crazy. He tenderly lifted back my veil and leaned in to kiss me. Everyone in the church began clapping and cheering happily, but I heard nothing at all. I was too focused on the man I now called my husband. His kiss sent electric shocks up and down my spine and I never wanted this kiss to end. When it did end, however, we grabbed hands and faced the crowd.

"It's my honour to be the first to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Merridew!" The minister cried with a grin.

The crowd cheered joyful as Jack and I walked hand in hand down the aisel. After taking what seemed like a million pictures, we walked outside to be greeted with all our friends and family throwing rice in the air at us. Both laughing, Jack and I waved at everyone and gingerly brushed the rice off our clothes before climbing into the limo that was waiting for us. We were both ready to experience the fun part of it all: The reception.