This morning I awoke as a single woman for the last time. Today there will be many lasts for me. There will be the last first kiss, there will be the last first hug and even the last first time of an intimate touch. I wake on this day waiting for a sunset and its joy in all the new firsts I will have with you. My purpose today I don’t dwell on anything that I may be giving up, but one I have waited a lifetime to begin.
My eyes shine louder, my breath slower, and emotions sparkle from the very edges of my skin. In just a few hours I will marry the one my mother told me of. Not the one on a white horse who has come from a distant land but the one with a strength of her arms that hold me safe, her armor. A gentle touch that makes me feel warm, that is her sword. A heart that is fierce in its passion for me, that is her flame. Her laughter, light and dark, her shield.
Even though I have only known you, your beautiful face a short while, I know that I have felt all of you in my heart for years that cannot be counted. So while I may be this imperfect different being, this free soul with vivid thoughts who can bare witness to the colors that surround all of us, you have been the one to embrace that. You have embraced my soul and my most vibrant shades.
Today I will fly high upon the air, the wind will whisper a sonnet, the birds will sing, my heart the choir. Today I become your wife to venture by your side through the ebbs and flows and to never let you go.