"Really Joe? Because we have to talk about it now or it will never happen. I'm going to say goodbye to Mrs. Lovato and see if someone will get me to the airport so I can go home and start working on the details."
"No wait!" Joe yelled, and put an arm around my waist to drag me back to him. We stood there with his hands on my hips and his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Let me go say goodbye to Mrs. Lovato and we'll work on some details together. "
"Okay," I whispered back.
We worked out the details for the next few weeks. We picked our song, and the songs we would dance to with my father and his mother. My mom called the church and got it booked on such short notice, and we got the tent set up in my backyard. There was no time to send out invitations, so we each called our families. Everyone was thrilled and agreed to come. Joe was having Nick, Kevin, and Garbo stand up for him, and I was having my sister, Mo, and my cousin Molly stand up for me. Frankie was going to be the Ring Bearer, and my little cousin Kaila was going to be the flower girl. I had bought my dress at J.C. Penny's for $200; it was white with a long trim, a strapless bodice, and a long veil. There was also woven beading on the bodice, and my girls were wearing light blue dresses, while Joes guys had light blue ties. Our colors were white and blue, something Joe and I had just decided on at the spur of the moment because my favorite color is blue, and white matches great with blue.
Before we knew it, it was the night before the wedding. I had told Joe I wasn't comfortable with him having a Bachelor Party, and I hadn't had a Bachelorette Party or a Wedding Shower. We were planning on renting an apartment in New York that Joe would stay at on the weekends, with two guest bedrooms for each of his brothers. We were laying on the bed in his hotel room.
"I can't believe we're finally getting married tomorrow," I whispered, looking at my ring again. I was laying on Joe's shoulder and his cheek was on my hair.
"I know. I would've married you months ago if I could've," he said, leaning down and kissing me.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"A little bit," he admitted. "But it'll be worth it."
"Hmmm," I said, snuggling into him. We were quite for a few seconds. "Joe?"
"What, love?"
"We're making the right decision, right?"
He sighed and then sat up a little, looking down at me. "Of course we are. This is our whole future. I love you."
"I love you," I whispered.
~~WEDDING DAY!~~
The day dawned rainy and humid. Typical Niagara Falls weather, not really good wedding weather. I was flipping out as I was getting dressed at my house, but my mom assured me that it would clear up by the reception time, and that the ground under the tent would be dry anyway because the tent was already set up. She was adjusting my veil when my dad came and stood at the doorway of my bedroom.
"Ready?" he whispered, smiling.
"Dad," I whispered back, feeling tears in my eyes. "You are going to get me started, and we haven't even gotten to the church yet!" I ran over and hugged him. "I love you Daddy."
"I love you, too, sweetheart. Let's go."
One of my brothers came over and told us that Joe was safely in the church, standing up at the altar waiting for me. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked to the back of the church where we met Mo, my sister, and my cousin. "It's here!" Mo said, excited.
"I know!" I said, hugging her. "I can't wait."
"Everything's ready," the church coordinator said.
"Okay," I said softly as my mother was led into the church and my bridesmaids started to walk down the aisle. I looped my arm through my dads and he held my hand.
"Ready?" he asked.
I took a deep breath. "Yep," I said as the music started playing. We walked slowly down the aisle. I had caught Joe's eye the minute we walked onto it, and he couldn't look away. He had a shocked look on his face at first, but then he had a cat got the cream smile after. Oh boy. We reached the altar and Joe much faster than I thought we would. He looked so good in his tux. My mouth was watering. I gave myself a mental shake. First things, first.
"Who gives this woman to marry?" the preist asked when we reached the altar.
"Her mother and I," my dad said, unlooping our arms and bringing Joe's and my hands together.
I love you, Joe mouthed. I love you, too, I mouthed back.
The first part passed in kind of a blur. The bible verses were read, and we lit our unity candle. Then it was time for Joes vows. He squeezed both my hands before going over to the microphone that was set up. I hadn't seen the piano, guitar, or drum set when I was walking down the aisle. I wondered what he was planning.
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omj !
awesome i cant wait for the next :)
MrsJoeJonaas 2 years ago
oh boy, hes going to sing!!! lol,aww thats sooo sweet.
XxMusic4soulXx 2 years ago
nothing there wah
harmonikchaos 2 years ago