She stood in her silk garter stockings as her mother help with the tiny delicate buttons on the wedding gown.
She sniffed and dabbed her eyes again. They were both two watering flower cans with happy tears and sniffs.
‘How I wish your dad is here to see you,‘ her mother expressed for the umpteenth time.
‘Ma, he’s here. His presence fills this place.’
They both kept quiet for a little while. Each adrift in her thoughts.
There was a time it was touch and go. They had almost lost faith that Nicole would make it from the horrendous car accident several Winters years ago, but she cheated death and had lived on borrowed time. Even the doctors thoughts, that she might be bedridden for life has been proven wrong.
In her something old..her mother’s modified wedding dress, something new…her beautiful cream pumps, something borrowed...the pearls sent from her fiancee’s mother and something blue…the little sweet peas that were used to lace her bouquet, Nicole stood fully dressed, a breathtaking bride to behold.
She was ready to leave for the Church to join her groom to start their new life. Living fully was her plan because it was just borrowed time.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Borrowed, The Daily Post
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