There has never been a more beautiful bride than Stella. As I’m watching her walk down the aisle, I can almost hear my pulse from my heart beating powerfully in my chest. Her dark hair is up in loose curls with a few strands cascading down, framing her face. The veil extends from her curls, falling down her back and wrapping around her bare shoulders.
I don’t take my eyes off of her. I want to remember every minute, every detail of this day. I want to remember it for her when she is no longer here to recall these memories herself. Her bright hazel eyes look green as they shine with pure joy. I hope to have many more amazing moments in life, but I know that marrying Stella will always be one of my favorites.
She reaches the front of the church and kisses her father on the cheek. He gives
