Stilled Beauty
Why did I ever agree to wear this thing? Seriously? I can never tie this stupid thing around my neck, I didn't get much sleep last night, and I look like a penguin. Oh yeah… this day is going great!
Okay, so maybe I'm a little nervous. But what did you expect? I never thought I would be here. Ever. Remember, I was the ultimate bachelor, never giving away my heart. I was cold and unfeeling after all. Somewhere that idea disappeared and my thoughts and feelings were full of you. The way you argue with me and the way you smile at me…
And in a matter of minutes we are getting married. I am actually getting married. I never thought the day would come. Of course, when I was younger I always thought about it. Especially when I saw my mom and dad together. I wanted a marriage just like their's but that all changed when we lost her. I never thought I would get married and feel so strongly for one person but once again, you proved me wrong. You seem to have a nasty habit of doing that.
I'm standing in front of the mirror, nervously fiddling with this stupid fabric contraption while all of the guys are behind me, dressed, holding bottles of beer, and watching the game. Lucky, Ric, and Nikolas are all seated on the couch while my dad is standing in the doorway watching me and laughing. I send him a glare and he decides it's time to give me that talk. You know that one that he has to give on my wedding day; telling me how proud he is of me and how lucky I am. But I already know all of this.
Liz comes to the door, no doubt checking to make sure we're ready. It's almost time. She hugs me smiling explaining that you look gorgeous. I have no doubts.
We start to disperse, ready to take our spot at the front of the church. Each of the guys patting me on the back and giving me that manly hug. They all whisper the last minute shot to me about getting married; my freedom was over and all that… even though all three were happily married. Walking to my place on the side of the church before I'm in front of everyone we love, my dad places his arm on my shoulders. He smiles and winks at me and we make our entrance with him at my side, my best man.
All eyes on me. Some glares and some smiles. The time has arrived. I know you are on the other side of that door and my stomach flutters. The music starts to play, my hands shaking and growing sweaty. Maxie begins her slow, torturous walk. Or at least it seems that way, I'm so anxious to see you.
For months I have listened as you have made plan after plan and I have seen you with your friends and cousins, falling over sketches of this dress that I was never able to see. "It's bad luck," was your excuse. Whatever.
Emily smiles at me as she takes her place and Liz is half way down the isle. This didn't seem to take so long last night during the rehearsal.
The doors close and the music changes suddenly. The bridal march blares from the organ behind me and I wait. My stomach tightens with each moment and I'm finding it hard to breathe.
The doors open and there you are. Your father and your uncle on each side and now I know I can't breathe. You look absolutely amazing in the dress that hugs all of your curves. Nothing too flashy but elegant; just like you. You take my breath away.
The past few months flash through my mind. Our first meeting, the first time we made love... all leading to this. We are getting married. You will be my wife and I will be your husband. I will be here to wipe away your tears and hold you when you feel the world is against you. I will offer the laughs at the most inappropriate times...
You will be mine and I will be yours.
It's all so clear when our eyes lock and your hand is placed in mine.
Here we go.
