“Write for 10 minutes about what is running through a husband-to-be’s head while his wife-to-be is walking down the aisle to where he stands.”
Is that the music changing?
Yes, it is.
She told me to count to give after the music changed and then to turn around to look at her.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
She looks beautiful.
My chest feels all tight. Come on, man. Don’t cry! Everyone’s looking at you. Actually, never mind, they’re all looking at her. How could they not?
She looks phenomenal. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with her. I get to spend the rest of my days loving the girl who is as beautiful inside as she is out. I must have had an angel or a fairy looking out for me when I met her. I never would have had her fall in love with me otherwise…Have you seen me?
Is this even real?
Am I really standing here, waiting at the end of the aisle for her?
I must be dreaming.
Someone pinch me.
Man, it takes forever to walk down this aisle.
Here she comes.
Three. Two. One.