I was the father of the bride. She held tightly to my hand. Her palms were sweaty, really sweaty.
She was nervous, all the brides are always nervous when they are about to walk down the aisle.
"Calm down sweetheart," I rubbed her back with my other hand, "everything is going to be alright."
"Are you sure I'm doing the right thing?" She asked me, nervously.
"I think you need to be asking yourself that sweetheart..." I responded to her with a smile.
A tear fell from her eye, she wiped it quickly because she didn't want to ruin her makeup or her dress.
"Why do you love Lawrence?" I asked her as I let go of her tight grip.
"He's my true love... I could depend on him to lift up my spirit when I felt like I was nothing but less. He made me love again. I thought I could never find anyone else, until I found Lawrence. We had our ups and downs, but I love the guy. He's been through everything with me, and I can't see myself without him, honestly..."
"Well sweetheart," I smiled and hugged her, "you just answered your own question."
"I'm getting married," she said excitedly, "I'm actually getting married!"