A Remembered Event: The Wedding Day
I was raised by my uncle and my aunt. In my family they are called “Tia and “Tio by the nieces and nephews. Well, my Tio is a preacher and usually I don’t like to let people know that. I hate when they call me a preacher’s kid. On August 08, 2002 I was thrilled about the fact that my Tio was a preacher. Why? He was going to perform my wedding ceremony.
As I looked through the glass window of the cry room out into the church, everything seemed ready. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Lining the pews were yards and yards of soft satin ribbon with bows of blue and bouquets of white orchids. Awaiting at the front of the room was an archway covered in greenery and more orchids. The touch I had dreamed about since I could dream, was there. Hundreds of whisperingly lit candles set off a romantic glow to the usually plain and normal church.
My Tia had tried so hard to make today perfect for me. When I had announced I was getting married, everyone had warned that the planning would be a disaster. They said that my Tia and I would disagree on everything. They promised I would wish I had eloped by the time it was all done. However, from the first mention of wedding bells to the last shower given, we had jus
As I looked through the glass window of the cry room out into the church, everything seemed ready. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Lining the pews were yards and yards of soft satin ribbon with bows of blue and bouquets of white orchids. Awaiting at the front of the room was an archway covered in greenery and more orchids. The touch I had dreamed about since I could dream, was there. Hundreds of whisperingly lit candles set off a romantic glow to the usually plain and normal church.
My Tia had tried so hard to make today perfect for me. When I had announced I was getting married, everyone had warned that the planning would be a disaster. They said that my Tia and I would disagree on everything. They promised I would wish I had eloped by the time it was all done. However, from the first mention of wedding bells to the last shower given, we had jus
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I couldn’t believe I was actually able to think. Everything was so clear. I was glad, though. I wanted to remember every little detail. My friends in their dresses down to the very last pearl drop earring. The groomsmen were so handsome. I had to admit they were a pretty impressive wedding party.
It was time for the walk. Tio placed his hand on my arm and nudged me forward. Everyone was standing. “So this is what it feels like,” I thought to myself. “ There’s Heather and Mark. Wow, Miss Miller came. There’s Grandma. She looks great. There’s Tia. Please don’t cry. We talked about this. You look beautiful.”
I peeked out from the window and spotted my Tio giving something to my Tia. I began to wonder what it was. It looked like a bible but it was his regular Sunday one. I knew he was going to do something I didn’t know about.
Some topics in this essay:
Marriage, Wedding, The Time, English Language Films, Walking, Girl, American Films, Bismuth 209, Sara, Miss Miller,
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