Wedding Speech - Original Writing

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“Beep! Beep! Beep!” My alarm clock only had to ring three times for me to turn it off and hop out of bed that morning. The day before I had hit snooze twice refusing to get up, but today was different, it held a special purpose. I pulled on my bathing suit, a pair of shorts, and a hoodie, and ran down the steps into the kitchen. My mom was in her usual morning spot, in a big white chair off the kitchen with her bible open, and her reading glasses on. On the table were two pieces of cinnamon toast on a napkin for me she had prepared. My dad was standing at the sink filling two water bottles, and was wearing his favorite green Patagonia board shorts. “Ready to go?” my dad smiled. “Yep!” I replied. “Don’t forget your toast! I love you! Have…show more content…
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