The previous nerves and the ceremonyThe day I wanted so

The previous nerves and the ceremony The day I wanted so much arrived, the night before I barely slept. I kept turning around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to relax in, but there was no way, my nerves got the best of me. Constant thoughts came to me about how events would unfold when Helios rose in the east. I really didn't understand the reason for so much nervousness. I married the woman I loved, I had two children with her, a boy and a girl. I knew Paula since I came out of my mother's womb, she was born 5 months before me. But, that doesn't matter now. At eight in the morning I jumped out of bed, tired of lying down. I went out for a run to try to relax, the strains of sevillanas playing in my headphones. I returned home, there my nerves were on edge. Preparing dresses, hairdressers coming, looking for bracelets, earrings, heels and more feminine accessories. My mother and my sisters hurried up and down the stairs, going from here to there preparing everything. Between my nerves and the observation of such a frenetic panorama, I have no choice but to lock myself in my room like a bullfighting ritual before going to the plaza. I sat on the bed reflecting on everything I had experienced with Paula, I realized that the best moments of my life were spent with her. The protagonist of my life, the reason why I always moved, the excitement of every morning and the joy of every night. Childhood memories, adolescent discoveries and youthful dreams, my entire life at his side. It would be difficult for me to put a starting point to my love for her, sometimes I think that I have been in love with her since the first time my heart beat. She was not only that, she was also the woman who had brought my two children into the world, the girl who made me cry with joy and pain, the princess who is now queen of all my heart. Nervous to say yes, calm to know that she would say it from the depths of her body. When the sun was at the highest point in the sky I sat down to eat, with reluctance and half gone. That moment was slowly approaching. I entered the shower, each drop that ran through my body produced a certain relaxation. I stood under the jet, letting the water run from my neck to my back, relaxed and thoughtful, I began the ritual of putting on the suit. Everything was placed on the bed, not even the smallest detail was missing. But before getting dressed I had to go through the hands of my hairdresser. I sat more relaxed as I watched him cut my hair and shave my beard. Without a hair on his face, and with his sideburns below his ears, straight and trimmed. The hair all back fixed with hair gel and dried by heat. I already thought I was ready to get dressed, but there was one last detail missing: makeup covered my entire face. Makeup, hair and groomed I went to my room. I got dressed, putting on each piece of clothing slowly and carefully so that everything was in its place. Black pants, white shirt, champagne-colored vest the same tone as the tie, and tuxedo jacket. I looked in the mirror and looked elegant. I put on my glasses and looked at the watch, knowing that in half an hour I was on my way to the church. I went down to the living room, the minutes passed between hugs and kisses from my mother and father. My sisters weren't ready yet. The time came, I got into the car with my mother and the driver at the wheel. I was huffing and trying to relax while my mother caressed my hand for the same purpose. When I arrived at the church I felt a chill, I got out of the car and walking slowly, arm in arm with my mother, accompanied by all the eyes of the guests, I walked towards the altar. I looked ahead, squeezing my mother's hand. The seconds seemed eternal to me. The minutes passed, I was sweating and people were chatting relaxed. The wait seemed eternal. Then the doors opened, she entered first, followed by my children and my father-in-law on her arm. Every step I took a tear fell, I seemed like a divinity, I felt like I wasn't worthy of that woman. My eyes joined theirs throughout their walk, I felt like I was talking to them and telling me I love you. She came to my side, squeezed my hand and I approached her ear to say I love you. I had to put the ring on her, I knelt before her, took the wedding ring, repeating the words that the priest had previously spoken. With each word he slid the ring along her precious finger. She put the wedding ring on me, looking into my eyes and speaking to me from the heart. At the end of the ceremony, I kissed her lips, caressed her face and swore eternal love. The witnesses signed, my father-in-law cried while a cloud of rice at the door told him, your girl is leaving.