As the sun rise bringing the hope of a new day, Maria opens her eyes and smiles contentedly. Today is the day in which she and the man she loved wholeheartedly showed their commitment to one another and to the little ones growing inside of her. She gets out of bed slowly, feeling ungainly. No grumbling, however, passes her lips: she feels blessed today, secure in the love that surrounds her.
“Oh good, you are up.” Her mother’s arms embrace her, surrounding her with the love and scent that reminded her of her childhood. “I have prepared your breakfast. Come sit down and eat it before we get ready for your big day.”
The rest of the morning seems to fly by and often Maria is grateful for the bowl of fruit salad and freshly baked bread she had eaten for breakfast. Her hair is done, her make-up, and the last minute twitches to her dress. Surrounded by chattering voices, she is ensconced in the car to drive her to the church.
The quiet drive to the church gives her time to close her eyes and rest a little. Her dad never was one to chatter, and she is grateful for this. She wonders how Eric is feeling. She hopes he feels as eager as she is to begin life as a married couple. She knows she will feel proud to call herself Mrs Shaw – no matter how old-fashioned some of her colleagues will find her.
During the slow walk down the church’s aisle, Maria’s focus is on Eric. He stands there in front of the altar, tall and solid. His gentle smile assures her that she has chosen the right man to spend her life with. He would never let her down, and never disappoint her.
The church ceremony and congratulations after go by in a blur, as does the photo session. She feels like a model: sit here, smile, turn your head. The late afternoon light begins to fade and Maria turns her head to look at the far away trees. Unconsciously, she rubs her stomach to soothe the kicking feet in her womb. Strong arms wrap around her and she gathers strength from them.
“Tired, my love?”
“Yes. The days has been never-ending. The babies and I need a rest.”
“Time for the reception. As soon as the formalities are done, I will take you to our room and you can rest.”
Hands clasped, the couple walk towards the hotel and towards their future.
How did you feel on your wedding day?
(This post was inspired by Kellie’s image prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013