I recently underwent the pressure of a destination wedding, with this destination being Kissimmee, Florida. A lot of trouble, sweat, and tears went into this black and silver wedding, but more tears were shed at the beauty and serendipity of the occasion that united two loving souls.
Getting to Florida was no piece of cake, but a piece of our family in each car, fighting amongst each other. When all traveling was said and done, the bride, who was already moved into her condo, realized - All of her schedules, phone numbers, and cake info had been left at home. Every bit of wedding planning, gone. We had to wing it. The day creeped forward, and the doubt and concern began to kill our hopes of perfection. Our original plan was for it to be on the beach, but due to worries of bad weather, it was changed to be at the bride's condo at last minute. It also became a small wedding with one bridesmaid and one groomsman, and eight guests, all of which were family. There were plenty of empty chairs, but not a single empty heart.
The ringbearers were young and looked adorable in mini tuxes, and the flower girl's black dress contrasted well against the silvery petals that cascaded from her gentle hand. The maid of honor, also in black, was the 13-year-old daughter of the bride, overwhelmed with excitment for her mother and her new father. She was walked down by her new uncle as well, the best man. But nothing could compare to the moment that the bride walked out on my father's arm. All heads turned to the beautiful, silver-dressed woman, staring in loving awe. The music played perfectly to the moment.
"One step closer..."
Tears were shed, for it was all too true, she'd loved him for so long, and one step closer made her love him more. They were soul mates, without question. The moment was perfect, a couple were brought together, a family of six created, and a lifetime of love came to life.
One step closer, and they vowed to love each other for a thousand years.