Mary smiled as she leaned her head up against Warren’s shoulder, allowing him to lead them slowly across the dance floor.
It was a small ceremony followed by an even smaller reception. Neither of them really had family. Well, that wasn’t strictly true.
Alex watched his ‘little’ sister dance her first dance with her new husband. It had probably been the happiest moment in his life to walk her down the aisle and hand her over to Warren to become his wife.
The sound of the rain on the windows just helped add to the mythical feel of the day ending.
Do we have the arch and the aisle lined up just right?
Did you get the licence?
Did you get your shoes?
He gets suited up,
She slips her dress on,
Hair pressed just right.
Take her father’s arm for the last time.
Everyone stands up.
Try not to cry,
Do you take this man?
Do you take this woman?
My baby sister got married yesterday. Everyone woke up early and stayed late to clean up. We started at 7 and ended at 9. A few things went wrong, but they will never be remembered. All I will ever think of is how resplendent my sister looked with her hands in her husbands as they exchanged rings for the first and the last time. They were so beautiful together and so very happy in their first dance.