Saying “I Do…”

The day I realized I was a real writer is the day I realized no matter where I was or what I was doing I could see the story in my mind. All I needed was a picture, a moment, a memento and I could bring it to life. Today it was a Wedding Dress and the thought of her smile.

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The day I realized I was a real writer is the day I realized no matter where I was or what I was doing I could see the story in my mind. All I needed was a picture, a moment, a memento and I could bring it to life. Today it was a Wedding Dress and the thought of her smile.

I thought I would be nervous, I thought my hands would be shaking or my knees getting ready to buckle. I was twenty nine and the idea of sleeping with one woman for the rest of my life seemed unimaginable just a year ago. But standing here, seeing everyone stand up, hearing the music playing, I felt a sense of calm I’d never felt before.

A sense of love and pride and faith that’s like a halo over my head. My parents, her parents, my boys, her bridesmaids, none…

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