Essay About My Wedding

I knew Rene was a special when I met him. It has always been his nature to be thoughtful and caring. Even when he is not provided the same consideration. He has always concerned with the wellbeing of my daughters, Audrey­17, and Courtney­14. This became evident as we began planning our wedding and even more on our wedding day.

When my husband Rene, asked me to marry him, there was no question in my mind what the answer should be. Before he popped the question, he quietly pulled my daughters aside and asked their permission. With tears in their eyes, they said yes. These, however; were not tears of joy, but tears of great sorrow. My daughters have always hoped their parents would one day reunite, making their family whole again, regardless

We made sure the girls were a part of the planning process. When it came time to find their formal dresses for the wedding, we weren’t very successful. We visited store after store in San Antonio and still nothing seemed right. Rene insisted on driving us to Austin and Corpus Christi to take a look at what they had to offer. After months of searching, they eventually, found the perfect dresses.

As the months went by, the girls eventually became more and more excited about the wedding. On the day of our wedding, the girls and I woke up early and started preparing for the day. The phone rang, it was Rene. I said, “I’m not supposed to talk to you until the

I sat with them in the Limo trying to reassure them I would be coming back, but nothing seemed to calm them.

I looked at Rene and said, “What should I do?”

He said, “Let’s go to my house, we can figure it out there.”

I let Beverly, my Maid of Honor; know the girls were riding in the Limo with us to Rene’s house. I asked her to meet us there since she was tasked with dropping them off at my house for the night.

The girls seemed to calm down once we got to Rene’s home. We sat together, talking about the excitement of the day; before we realized, it was 2:00 A.M. I ask the girls if they felt ready to go home. With sleepy smiles they said, “Yes”.

Beverly gathered them up and led them to the front door. I asked her, “Where are you planning to stay for the night?” She said she was going to drive to her parent’s home in a neighboring town. Rene told her we had a change of plans and decided to stay at his house for the night, if she’s okay with it, she could have our Honeymoon suite, since the room was paid for, and she could drive back to her parents in the morning. She agreed and said, “Thank you”. We exchanged hugs and out the door they