Author’s Note: On
September 12th it was my parents 20th anniversary. From
seeing them, and how happy they were on their anniversary, it inspired me to
write about them. I would like to dedicate this piece to them as they celebrate
20 years of love together. I named this piece Love is Love because you can't hide from it, so why not embrace it?
Now I know the feeling. The feeling
all young adults gossip over about a month after their big day. It’s as if the
sensations I am experiencing now and in this moment are a massive potion that
is about to explode. This mixture that I am creating with every moment of this
experience contains overwhelming excitement, but deep down I feel nervousness,
as every young lady does when they come to this day. I let that emotion pass
and withdraw it from the concoction of passion I continue to make. We are both
23 years old now, I could not wait for this day ever since my loved one asked
me, “Will you marry me?”
As I am living all of the
loveliest emotions known to mankind, my
bridesmaids surround me. They keep telling me how they believe my fiancé is the
perfect man for me. Of course, I agree, I love this man with all of my heart.
My bridesmaids and I all felt the same way while putting together final touches,
it is eagerness. Which obviously means there never once is a second without
laughter filling the room. Just being with my most dependable, yet comical,
friends prior to heading towards the alter
made me even more impatient. Although, I knew the moment would come soon,
incredibly soon.
Before I know it my bridesmaids are
already up there and here I stand beside my father with our arms linked. My
heart is beating a mile a minute as I place one foot in front of the other. While
we are slowly walking, the tune “Sonata Pathetique ” rings through my ears.
It’s such a beautiful piece; I now realize how enormous my smile is. That’s
when I see him, and I mean really see him. His smile mirrors mine. I notice the
way his eyes glimmer from the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass
windows. Those eyes always get me; they’re a deep charming blue. Now, I am
standing alongside my to-be husband. We meet eyes as the priest begins the
ceremony. For a moment, I look into my future. Gray, old, and wrinkly, my
husband and I stand with our hands inseparable. Without a doubt, I know we will
love forever and always.
Continuing
through the service, my smile remains beaming. It’s almost time for us to place
our rings on the fourth finger of the left hand, symbolizing our marriage. As I
am soaking in every moment, I spot the ring bearer approaching us. We say our
verses and I dos. The gorgeous ring is now around my finger, but I am not
focused on that now. All that is running through my mind is waiting to hear the
announcement, to hear him declare who we are now. Everyone in the church is
fully aware of the words the priest is about to state, “I now proclaim you
husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Even though I want to fall into his
arms and stay that way for hours, I am courteous and kiss him with respect. I
am now a married woman. Somebody pinch me! My husband and I stand in awe thinking how movie-like this feels. How
we found each other is a miracle, but that’s another story. For now, I’m
living, breathing, and drinking in all of the love and happiness.
It’s been 20
years now. These years have passed but our love for each other is no less than
it was when we were united. Remembering isn’t a problem for me, and I know it
isn’t for my husband either. From time to time I evoke the feelings of that day
vividly. From the excitement down to the affection I felt towards my husband.
Not only recalling that, but how I saw every emotion on my husband’s face when
I walked down the aisle. These remembrances will never go away, and I’m glad
because that was the most joyous day I ever experienced in my whole life.
Through sickness or health, rich or poor, we will continue to share our
everlasting love.
