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"I'll be back in five minutes." I stood shaking as the words just spoken began to resonate. In five minutes my photographer would be back to retrieve me and take me downstairs to see Nick for the first time. Well, it wasn't the first time, but it was the first time on our wedding day. See, I had been imagining what this moment would feel like for four years; daydreaming since day one about our big day. It's not that I was nervous about my decision to get married, but I was overwhelmed by the significance of this day in our lives. Everything had to go perfectly. All these thoughts in mind, I stood, staring at myself in the mirror. I felt the sweat run down my armpits, a friendly reminder to finish up with the last touches. Putting on deodorant, I continued to dwell on the memorable moment ahead of me. The more I thought about it, the more I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. It felt like at any moment they would spill over and smear the beautiful artwork that was my makeup. Before I knew it I could hear my photographers' beckon. "Is everyone ready?" "As ready as we'll ever be," I sighed in response to a question that seemed much too calm for the situation at hand. How could everyone take this so lightly? This was the culminating moment of my life! Well... Maybe not of my life but you couldn't have told me that. Everything felt like it was happening too fast. I didn't feel ready to see my soon-to-be husband. I fantasized about the moment he saw my dress for the

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