Light Up the Aisle 2027 ✦ 14 Stunning Haute Couture Wedding Dresses on the Fantasy Runway

Before you hear the banners and think of all the message on the mirror. Don't worry. If you start to cry, they've come to see a grand procession. I've come to look into your hair. My secret to stays to listen to the salt air. This isn't me becoming someone. It's me letting some pockets of our coats. You'll tease me for the wedding speech. I lost halfway through my notes. And when some year the road gets hard when we don't know. To say I'll sit beside you, hear your whole heart, and help us find another way. I don't just love this shine. I'm ready. You learn my father's stories, each one he told a hundred times. Like you'd never. So let me give you something that will live today. Hear the things you're saying, for the silence grows too great. There'll be a morning full of laughter, a night when words are hard to find. I want the life that's waiting for us. They've laid the linen on the table, flowers are arriving too, I've practiced every little speech and forgotten half of what I'll do. The tailor had my jacket ready. The florist tied the final bow. You asked me if the room was lovely. I said I wouldn't really know, he stood beside the tall French windows. One curl refusing to behave. You laughed and tucked it back behind you. And all my clever words escaped. They brought the finest lace from Paris. They set the silver out for two And if they ask what makes it beautiful, I'll tell them what I owe Music starts to play, you of course at the end of every day, let them praise the lace and wine, all the silver, all the shine If they ask me what I came here for, Mother's pearls are at your collar, satin ribbon in your hair, you fix my crooked little bow tie with that familiar patient care, I know I know the way you lose your glasses. I know you sing a note off-key. Tonight you look like someone's painting. But you're still laughing here with me. And when the violins have finished, Just to say adieu. Someone asks what I'll remember. I know exactly what I'll do. Music starts to play. You of course at the end of every day. Let the lace and line, all the salt and shine. If they ask me what I came here for, my darling, I was carried far away. Argue where to hang the picture, Some days we'll get the details wrong, lose our keys and miss the train. But if I get to come home to you, gladly live them all.