A Forever Promise
He said I do and so did I. We looked each other in the eyes. We held hands. We locked lips and locked lives. The thought of forever is both scary and comforting. The emotions that ran through my chest were too strong to be contained. Cold tears tumbled down my cheeks. I worried about my makeup. The mascara was waterproof. I smiled.
It was a gorgeous day that couldn’t be any nicer. A February day that felt more like a warm, breezy, almost lazy April or May day. We had our first dance as a married couple to our favorite Nat King Cole song. The slow dance moves prompted many thoughts. I pondered about what we’ve been through and how far we’ve come. I visualized glimpses of our future together. Overwhelmed by the unknown, I focused on the moment. I looked down my flowing white dress and caught sight of my French pedicure. I lifted my eyes and gazed at his pragmatic blue eyes. I scrutinized once more the features of the man I was going to wake up next to for the rest of my life. It was surreal. It was real. I was a married woman.
I want to be true to the forever promise I made. I want to honor him. I want to preserve our trust like a treasured jewel from marring hands and maleficent eyes. I want us to make it through the storms of life. I want to be there for him in sickness as in health. I want to be for him everything that he is for me. I want to be a friend and a confidante. I want to be a lover and an entertainer. I want to be a partner and a companion. I want to be a helper and a cheerleader. I want to be everything he’s ever wanted in a wife.