I was anxious and a wee bit nervous waiting in the back of the church, yet with my mom, sisters and best friends at my side I managed to stay calm.
We laughed until we cried and even cried a little until we laughed. I was overjoyed to be in the midst of so much love, laughter and support.
As ecstatic as I was, a part of me felt, I don't know... nostalgic, I suppose, and as soon as I saw my father standing nearby, waiting to walk me down the aisle, it hit me. Hard.
I was awestruck at the bittersweet reality of the moment. Life passes us by so quickly. It felt like only yesterday I was a child who loved spending time with the most important man in my life: my father. And even though I was standing there next to him as a grown woman, I could see in his eyes how hard it was for him to let go of his little girl. Part of me wanted to stay that way.
Ultimately though, in those few quiet moments, I knew that I would always be his little girl no matter how grown up I may appear. As I prepared to walk down the aisle, I tucked away every precious moment I had with him into a corner of my heart, never to be forgotten.
Then the Chapel doors opened and my father took my hand, and I stepped out toward a beautiful new beginning...
