Moments.
I remember it all in a series of moments.
The moment when my mom pinned the same veil on my head that her mother had pinned on hers.
The sweet, calming moment of prayer before everything began.
The moment this sweet little one grabbed my hand - as for who was calming whom, I'm still not sure.
This last moment, just me and Daddy.
The moment I finally saw The Boy, and wasn't sure if I wanted to smile or cry.
This precious moment.
The moment that made everyone else cry.
And the best moment.
Just a series of moments, caught up in a whirl of incandescent happiness.
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