“You look gorgeous!”

“This is it! You ready to finally do it?”

“Are you ready? It starts in 5!”

Commotion whirled around me; everyone getting their last minute touches in. A hand rested on my shoulder and I met my best friend’s eyes in the mirror.

“You sure this is what you want?” She asked as she settled the veil on my head.

“Yeah,” I managed to say, “I’m sure.” The words came out as a whisper. I wasn’t sure; doubts attacked with full force. Did I really want him? Did I really want the man standing at the alter waiting for me? Or was my true love sitting in the pews? Was I really ready to make my final decision? The two men I loved so much, could I really choose? When I accepted it seemed like it was the right thing to do. But now? Now I wasn’t sure if I had given them equal opportunities. My mind raced through all that I had been through. Did I really want him? My thoughts returned again and again to this question. Was he the man that I was willing to spend the rest of my life with?

“It’s starting.”

I slowly walked out the door and took my father’s arm. This was it, the day every woman and girl dreams about, her wedding day, the most wonderful and most cherished day in her life.

As I stepped onto the aisle I met his eyes. Yes, this was the man that I wanted to grow old with, to love and cherish till death do us part, and even beyond that. I made the right decision.