works). the groom... one of my favorite (and quite possibly best looking--literally model status) cousins but totally a fun loving, true gentleman, and a great friend. i used to spend summers with his family in alabama. full on down-to-earth times--complete with mud wrestling, backyard barbecues, and of course friday night lights. i honestly would go home and pray that i would wake up with a southern drawl and one of my cousin's football player friends.
no plus one for this wedding. my favorite man in the world--my dad--was my escort as we walked up to the doors of the church. my mom had to run ahead to make sure we got "good seats"--like we were going to a sold out broadway show or something. the wedding coincidentally took place at my grandfather's church and the same place where my parents said their vows almost 30 years ago. so epic.
with my dad at my side, we approached the doors of the sanctuary. and through the windows, i could see that the church had been totally transformed since the last time i had been there for my granfather's funeral. the pews topped with white chrysanthemums and purple lilacs all tied up with streams of white satin ribbon. crystalled candlabras adorned the sides of the altar, showcasing the candlelight that flickered to the sound of the organ. totally breath-taking. the doors of the church opened. as we stood at the back of the church filled with friends and family, i looked down at the champagne dress i was wearing (a loner from one of my friend) as the sun beamed from the stain-glass window, reflecting off the silk fabric. the moment felt all too ironic... almost like a "etre-vu" (to be seen vs. already seen). i looked over at my dad and couldn't help but think... when? where? and most importantly who?
Hi just came across your blog and spent my whole lunch hour reading it. You have a brillant way with words, the Carrie of SF. When you find that man please don't stop blogging.
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