I stepped out of the church this evening & stepped back in time. The cool, crisp air was a reminder of a similar October evening not so long ago. I put Harlie in the car & stood motionless under the glow of the changing streetlights. I stood through rotation after rotation of yellow, red & then green, but no one came. I was alone with memories in a garden of century-old rock walls. I stood & I watched as we unloaded the beautiful cedar wedding props he meticulously crafted Saturday after Saturday. I closed my eyes & remembered his sweet grin when he first turned to see me in my dress, and I squinted just a little as I recalled our first wed kiss. I stood still there on the sidewalk, but in my mind I was once again dancing in the street with him. I shed a few tears as he wrapped his arms around my waist & swooped me off my feet- just as a Prince Charming should. I stood there and I felt the solid ground beneath me, and soaked in all the cricks & creaks that a Main St. has to offer. I took in a sweet, deep, fresh breath & thanked God for precious memories, for constant reminders that he was real, that he was mine, and for such a beautiful, beautiful day.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 02:00:54 +0000
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