Seven years ago I woke up at my parents house with butterflies in my stomach.
I had breakfast with my family but could hardly eat a bite.
I went to the hair salon and got a simple, beautiful updo and had my make up done.
When I got home my sister helped me into a beautiful white dress, made by my mama.
I put on my brand new, white strappy heels,
wiped some make up off my face,( it was a tad overdone)
and then I waited.
The backyard was filling up with family and friends all dressed up in their Sunday best.
Everyone had arrived, but there was one person missing.
I stared out of the bedroom window and then I saw him,
my future husband.
I slowly made my way downstairs, opened the front door and there he was.
He was so handsome in his dark brown suit and he looked at me with eyes full of wonder and excitement.
Today was our day.
We would head to the town hall and get married,
have a service at church
and that evening we would dance under the stars as husband and wife.
That day was so beautiful.
But our life together,
with all the hard times and times of joy
has been more beautiful than we could have ever expected on that warm day in August seven years ago.
Love you, B.!