I'm so glad my mom took this picture.
It really is worth a thousand words.
At 3 years old,
my mom put her veil on me
and told me I would be a bride one day.
I had no idea what a bride was,
but I did know that if my mommy was one,
I wanted to be one, too.
And that's where it started,
the dream of being a bride.
As I grew older,
I wondered what my dress would look like,
and who my groom would be
(I swore it was Aaron Carter for a solid 4 years).
The day always seemed so far off,
and even though it seemed magical,
I was always reassured in knowing that it was far off.
I didn't want to leave my mommy and daddy.
That was a scary thought.
But the years passed quickly
and before I knew it,
I was walking down the isle.
The day that I thought was so far away,
As I held my daddy's hand,
my heart was filled with joy and sadness-
because I was still that little girl in my mama's veil.
But I had grown up;
and the reassurance of time was gone.
As my dad let go of my hand,
I looked up and saw my groom smiling,
with tears in his eyes..
and when my hand was placed in his,
I was reminded that
he was going to hold my hand forever..
and a new assurance filled my heart.