Halfway

I loved the priest who married us.

He was a cuddly old man who you just wanted to hug.

He felt grandfatherly.

He was also humorous.

He made fun of Catholics.

To top it all off, he had a brilliant idea right before the wedding.

I was walking myself down the aisle.

I was independent. I could do this myself.

But...

Father Ed told Roger to meet me about one-third of the way from the alter.

So then Roger would escort me to the alter.

As a couple we would approach our wedding ceremony.

As a team we take our vows.

The day of the wedding, Roger met me with his gentle smile and loving eyes.

He looked so cute.

His hair a little messy.

All dressed up in his morning suit with his tux tails.

I did not have to take those last steps down the aisle alone.

He offered me his arm. And I willingly accepted.

Roger was by my side.

We were doing this together.

I was no longer alone.

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