True Love

True Love

Mine was a non-traditional wedding in so many ways.

I didn’t wear a white dress; I wore black slacks and an olive, long-sleeved blouse.

I didn’t have a maid of honor or bridesmaids; my brother signed the marriage certificate when the priest asked for my witness.

I didn’t have my papa walk me down the aisle; before the ceremony, I sat in the church pew waiting for the ceremony to start. This one had surprised my papa. I remember him asking, “I’m not going to walk you down the aisle?” when I told him my plan. Continue Reading…