Happy At Last

April walked slowly, holding a bouquet of daisies in one hand, and the other, clasping Joshy's hand. She was feeling nervous, just like a bride-to-be should, but she knew deep inside her heart, that this was where she had to be, where she want to be, walking on the aisle, with her son by her side, leading her to Vincent, Joshy's father, and the man she loves... always. This is the very place she should be, now and forever.

Presently, she could hear the wedding march, being played by a violinist, and it gave chills down her spine. It was not chilling for dreading something, but the feeling of finally getting here, up to this point.

"Mumma, are you okay?"

Joshy asked, as he glanced at April, beside him. He had this frown on his face, for his concern towards her mother. He must have been sensing his mother's nervousness, as well.