This was started in January of 2008, I hope you enjoy. :) Lisa
He waits, half joking with his best bud and then it happens. The famous music begins to play and he turns around and sees the most beautiful silhouette standing in the arch…He shifts his eyes from the silhouette only for a moment to share a look with his father. He wonders if his father had felt this way looking at his mother nearly fifty years prior. The music changes tune and he looks down the aisle. The silhouette steps out of the darkness and into the light. Her first step causes him to step back, close his eyes, and inhale the gentle breeze. A breeze smelling of apple blossoms, just like the first day he met her. As he opens his eyes he watches her walk as if floating in her approach. Her smile reminds him of the day he met her and the quiver in her lip triggers the eve of his proposal. The smile that melted his heart upon first glance coupled with that nervous quiver, had him falling in love with her all over again.
He remembers the laughter and tears in planning for just this moment while realizing she has started the walk to join him, for today and their forever. The light and glow surrounding her smile, illuminates her entire being. She is radiant, causing his heart to beat faster. He doesn’t remember her walk down the aisle taking so long last night during rehearsal. Yet at the same time, he is glad she is walking slower; or is it that time has stood still. Regardless of the reason, he finds himself enjoying each moment and savoring it like a fine dark chocolate, remembering they are her favorite.
As she gets closer he hears something beating, no it’s pounding. She is halfway to him. He recognizes the sound, realizing it is his very own heartbeat. He questions himself, ever so briefly. “Why is my heart beating so hard?” She has taken another step. His palms are beginning to sweat. His heart is beating so fast, as if it is playing their song. He tightens and flexes his fist once, twice…one final time before wiping the sweat onto his rented tuxedo. His best friend pats his shoulder, as if that would calm him. Two more steps, she is getting closer...
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Lisa M Buske
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