When she started down the aisle I had to catch my breath. Was that my little girl? When did she grow up? And though I always felt she was a pretty girl, this day she was beautiful.
My mother use to call her little Windex eyes because she had eyes that were just the color of a windex bottle. And boy could she make those eyes talk.
I had the time of my life getting everything ready for her special day. I really think she had the wedding of my dreams. The little church was a darling Historical church. Her brother sang, and the day was perfect for beach pictures . The sun seemed to know just where to set over the boat at the marina. And it was a beautiful memory!
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