Inside was a simple gold band with a small diamond.
“Will you marry me?”
I started crying happy tears. The kind I thought I’d never cry again.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He opened the box.
***
Our wedding was small and sweet.
My daughter and son were there. A few close friends. People who kept saying how beautiful it was that love could come back around.
I wore a cream-colored dress.
I’d spent weeks planning every detail myself. The flowers. The music. The vows I’d written by hand.
I wanted everything to be perfect.
Because this wasn’t just a wedding. It was proof that my life wasn’t over. That I could still choose happiness.
I’d spent weeks planning every detail myself.
Walter wore a navy suit. He looked so handsome yet so nervous.
When the officiant said, “You may kiss the bride,” Walter leaned in and kissed me gently.
