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Angela’s veil prevents everyone from getting a full view of her face, but even this covering is unable to hide the magnificent display of my baby’s beauty. The partial view is enough to leave the congregation in awe. As my companion-for-life glides down the aisle, she knows that all eyes are watching her every move. I know she can’t wait to get to the hotel, so she can slip into that sexy red lingerie she told me she had bought especially for tonight. At the same time, the freak in me can’t wait until she takes it off, so I can ‘beat that pussy up all night long.’ As Angela continues to walk down the aisle, her nervousness vanishes. I can feel Angela’s confident vibrations touching my heart as she realizes this is her day, and she deserves to be here.

My mom, who said she was not going to cry, is sobbing and quickly wiping away her tears, hoping no one will notice. Hey, mom. It’s okay. I know those tears are not an expression of disappointment. Those tears that I see flowing from your eyes are symbolic of the love, faith, and hope that eventually embrace every married couple who is truly committed to God and themselves. Those tears are tears of commitment because you have already committed yourself to loving my bride as if she were your own daughter.

For my mom, who is sitting in the pew trying to turn her tears into a moderate smile, this commitment came easy. She knew that our union would enrich the family. She knew that she was gaining a daughter and not losing a son, so when my wedding day came, I expected to have my mom’s undying support. From what I have heard other people say, marriage is hard enough with the support of the family.