I like to read. Sometimes I don’t have nearly enough time for it as I would like, but settling into a good book {especially on a fair-weather day} has always been on the top of my list of favorite things. When I was in third grade, a teacher told my mother that I would probably never achieve the required reading…
An unrelenting azure sky blazed overhead as white cotton puffs floated lazily by. The sigh of a breeze disturbed the leaves in the trees and the ballad of a dry August day rang out overhead. Gravel crunched under the weight of slow-incoming vehicles boasting laughing faces and smiling hearts. Unruffled by the temperature, a slow smile crept across her lips…
Under the bright blue sky, she promised herself to him. Choosing him to walk beside her forever. To carry her when necessary. To support, love and adore her for the rest of days. In front of their closest friends and family, right there on the beach with their two sons looking on, he promised himself to her. To be steady…
Overnight, the fog crept in thick and heavy. Country roads were barely visible, headlights were necessary even though it was daylight. Like magic, the haze slowly dissipated as we pulled into the small rural town leaving dense, life-less air in its place. In a church with no air conditioning, the humidity of the day could have posed a problem. Potentially….
She was ready. She stood calm, collected and beautiful as her mother helped her into her wedding gown. Her girlfriends smiled, laughed and dotted their eyes, clearing away droplets of happiness. Photos were taken. Jewelry was adorned. Lip gloss reapplied. She wasn’t nervous. She was happy. Her eyes danced with unshed tears at the thought of seeing her groom for…