Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Blushing Cheeks That Ache























Light brown skin glows from beneath her sparkling white dress, diamond necklace, delicate veil and small pearl earrings. Her hair is professionally tied and curled. Her nails, painted. Make-up perfect. This is the day she's been waiting for. The favors are made. The flowers delivered. The invitations returned. Today the hall prepares their pre-ordered hors d'oeuvres; sets her handwritten place cards and waxes the dance floor.

The guests arrive, dressed in colorful dresses, shiny shoes and paisley neck ties. Two groomsmen carefully unravel the long white runner. Her father bends his left elbow and she grabs hold of his forearm. By the alter, her groom stands in his black tuxedo, watching as she walks toward him. Everyone stands. She is a fairy tale image, one only little girls could have imagined.

4 comments:

  1. You make me cry Rach-in a good way.

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  2. Lovely descriptions, Rachel.
    Congrats Sam and Joe!

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  3. Hey Rach, That was beautiful. Thank you! It made me cry in the airport after the honeymoon! Thanks for capturing some great pics too! I want to frame the pic and entry to show my girls some day! Love you!!

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