The weather was perfect,
The chapel was beautiful,
The minister was great,
The ceremony was joyful,
My son, the best man, looked dashing,
My Bride looked beautiful and stunning.

I could not have asked for a better wedding for Tracy and me.
Everything was just great.

Tyler walked her mother down the aisle,
as our mothers looked joyfully.

Tracy was right,
We did not need a big wedding.

I wanted to give her the best.
I wanted all of our friends and family to be there.
I want her to remember this day blissfully.

But she said,
I don’t want all the glamour and stress of a wedding.
I just want you to be my husband.
And spend the rest of my days with you.

As we looked into each others eyes.
While we say our vows,
I saw all the tough times we have been through,
I saw the happiness she has given me,
I saw the love we have for each other.

Although I must confess,
A promise was broken.

As I hear the voice of our son,
trying to break free from his grandmother,
wanting to come and join us at the altar.

As I say the words “I do.”
I broke a promise.

What promise?

Well,
I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.