My nerves were bordering on explosive during the weeks leading up to our wedding, but when the big moment finally came, I was surprisingly calm. Standing in the back of the church with my mom, I savored the moment. The music began, and arm in arm, she and I began our walk. We both smiled and cried simultaneously, a curious mix of emotions.
Later, my mom would write me a beautiful letter, thanking me for allowing her the honor of that walk. She would say how she felt validated. Nonsense. I am the grateful one.
I glanced at our guests, but my eyes were mainly glued to my husband-to-be. He stood, incredibly handsome, and smiled the sweetest smile. We’d had a long road, and I remember thinking, “Of course. Of course, it was him. All this time, and it’s always been him.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
When I finally arrived at his side, the priest softly whispered to me, “Now that’s a big moment, isn’t it?”
Yes, indeed, it was.