stands
with an open bible in hand, ready to lead the couple in
reciting their wedding vows.
As bride approaches the threshold of the altar wearing a
beautiful ivory gown of satin, with princess seams that
create the perfect form-fitting bodice above a full flowering
skirt that sways as she walks, the air is filled with promise.
The full veil, which covers the bride’s face and flows to
below the neckline in front of the bodice, is decorated with
pearls.
Passing Celeste
’s row, Celeste is afforded a look at the
rear of the bride’s dress. Anchored just below the scoop at
the back, are four rosettes, adding the perfect touch of
elegance and charm.
Before
proceeded to
take
the
couple
through
the
recitation of their wedding vows, the minister begins by
thanking the
witnesses
for
coming out
this
afternoon.
Continuing on to what everyone has come out to witness,
the bride and groom each promise to love honor and
cherish
until
death
does
them
part.
In
addition
to
exchanging traditional vows, the couple recites the vows
that they have written from the heart.
The congregation is moved to tears as the minister
proclaims, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You
may kiss the bride.”
The
newly
pronounce
wife
turns
to
face
her
new
husband. As the veil is lifted ever so slowly from the
newlywed woman’s face, the crowd stops mopping at their
flow of joyous tears long enough to watch. When the
man’s arm is no longer blocking the woman’s face, Celeste
is afforded her first look at the woman.
Celeste’s breath catches in her throat. It is as if she is
looking in a mirror. Celeste is looking at herself wearing a
wedding gown. The man? After giving his wife a long
intimate kiss, he lifts his head and stares down into his
wife’s eyes.
“
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great honor to present
to you,” turning simultaneously with the proclamation of
the minister Celeste gets her first look at the grooms face.
“Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Haule,” the minister finishes. It
indeed is Stephen.
The sound of an alarm clock buzzing awakens Celeste.
Setting upright in her bed she hits the alarm clock rather
harshly to silence it. Had she actually just dreamed that she
married Stephen? Was this a result of yesterday’s talk, or
was God trying to tell her something?
“
No, Celeste,” she says to herself, “You are reading
entirely too much into one stupid little dream.”
Climbing from her bed, she stretches her muscles and
proceeds to make her bed. Seeing that Thomas has already
vacated his spot on the bed, she knows that he must be in
the back yard taking care of his business. She dresses for
her morning walk with Thomas
Looking at herself in the mirror, Celeste gives herself a
muchneeded pep talk. “If you want to accomplish your
goals, you better stay focused. There would be nothing
worse than to lose everything you’ve accomplished up to
this point over some man. Get a grip,” she chides herself
sternly.
Breakfast for Celeste consists of a bowl of cold, multigrained cereal that is low in sugar, and a glass of orange
juice. Setting her dishes in the sink, she calls for Thomas.
“Come in boy; it’s time to eat.”
Hearing his master call, he quickly runs into the kitchen
through a doggy door that has been placed in lieu of the
traditional sliding glass doors. Coming to sit at Celeste’s
feet, he looks up at her with big brown eyes.
Celeste knows that Thomas is awaiting the inevitable
response of getting his head scratched, so she obliges him.
“How are you doing this morning? Are you ready to eat?”
Celeste asks. In response to the same question she asks
before every meal, Thomas barks a doggy “Yes.”
Celeste mixes Thomas’ dry food with his can food.
After she sets it on the floor, Thomas goes over to the
bowl
and begins
to
eat
from
it
hungrily.
Picking up
Thomas’ water dish, Celeste takes it over to the sink to
wash it and refill it with fresh water.
While waiting for Thomas to finish his meal, she
with an open bible in hand, ready to lead the couple in
reciting their wedding vows.
As bride approaches the threshold of the altar wearing a
beautiful ivory gown of satin, with princess seams that
create the perfect form-fitting bodice above a full flowering
skirt that sways as she walks, the air is filled with promise.
The full veil, which covers the bride’s face and flows to
below the neckline in front of the bodice, is decorated with
pearls.
Passing Celeste
’s row, Celeste is afforded a look at the
rear of the bride’s dress. Anchored just below the scoop at
the back, are four rosettes, adding the perfect touch of
elegance and charm.
Before
proceeded to
take
the
couple
through
the
recitation of their wedding vows, the minister begins by
thanking the
witnesses
for
coming out
this
afternoon.
Continuing on to what everyone has come out to witness,
the bride and groom each promise to love honor and
cherish
until
death
does
them
part.
In
addition
to
exchanging traditional vows, the couple recites the vows
that they have written from the heart.
The congregation is moved to tears as the minister
proclaims, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You
may kiss the bride.”
The
newly
pronounce
wife
turns
to
face
her
new
husband. As the veil is lifted ever so slowly from the
newlywed woman’s face, the crowd stops mopping at their
flow of joyous tears long enough to watch. When the
man’s arm is no longer blocking the woman’s face, Celeste
is afforded her first look at the woman.
Celeste’s breath catches in her throat. It is as if she is
looking in a mirror. Celeste is looking at herself wearing a
wedding gown. The man? After giving his wife a long
intimate kiss, he lifts his head and stares down into his
wife’s eyes.
“
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great honor to present
to you,” turning simultaneously with the proclamation of
the minister Celeste gets her first look at the grooms face.
“Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Haule,” the minister finishes. It
indeed is Stephen.
The sound of an alarm clock buzzing awakens Celeste.
Setting upright in her bed she hits the alarm clock rather
harshly to silence it. Had she actually just dreamed that she
married Stephen? Was this a result of yesterday’s talk, or
was God trying to tell her something?
“
No, Celeste,” she says to herself, “You are reading
entirely too much into one stupid little dream.”
Climbing from her bed, she stretches her muscles and
proceeds to make her bed. Seeing that Thomas has already
vacated his spot on the bed, she knows that he must be in
the back yard taking care of his business. She dresses for
her morning walk with Thomas
Looking at herself in the mirror, Celeste gives herself a
muchneeded pep talk. “If you want to accomplish your
goals, you better stay focused. There would be nothing
worse than to lose everything you’ve accomplished up to
this point over some man. Get a grip,” she chides herself
sternly.
Breakfast for Celeste consists of a bowl of cold, multigrained cereal that is low in sugar, and a glass of orange
juice. Setting her dishes in the sink, she calls for Thomas.
“Come in boy; it’s time to eat.”
Hearing his master call, he quickly runs into the kitchen
through a doggy door that has been placed in lieu of the
traditional sliding glass doors. Coming to sit at Celeste’s
feet, he looks up at her with big brown eyes.
Celeste knows that Thomas is awaiting the inevitable
response of getting his head scratched, so she obliges him.
“How are you doing this morning? Are you ready to eat?”
Celeste asks. In response to the same question she asks
before every meal, Thomas barks a doggy “Yes.”
Celeste mixes Thomas’ dry food with his can food.
After she sets it on the floor, Thomas goes over to the
bowl
and begins
to
eat
from
it
hungrily.
Picking up
Thomas’ water dish, Celeste takes it over to the sink to
wash it and refill it with fresh water.
While waiting for Thomas to finish his meal, she
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