“Careful now. I’m about to be a married woman,” I say, and he winks at me.
He holds out his arm for me to take and places my hand in the crook of his elbow.
“Shall we?” he asks, and I nod.
When we get downstairs the whole place has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Everyone is dressed up and there are caterers buzzing around setting up everything. I gasp as I see the wedding cake that’s identical to our first one. I start to cry, but then Neil leans over and whispers in my ear that I’m not allowed to cry on our wedding day.
It was the same thing he said to me the first time we were married and I got emotional before we said our vows. He always knows exactly what to say and when. I never realized just how lucky I was to have him until I was made to stay away. I think that’s why now our time is so precious and I appreciate every moment we have. I know what it’s like to lose him and I never want to feel that way again.
As we walk down the aisle to the altar they’ve had set up, the officiant comes forward and opens his notes. He talks of love and what today means, but the only thing I can hear is my heart. It’s singing today because it’s so full of love. Love for my family, love for my husband, love for all that surrounds us now. I’m finally home and exactly where I belong, in the arms of my soul mate.
THE END!