The atmosphere was stunning as the white and pink flowers decorated every square inch of the Morton Avenue Baptist Church. The three hundred family, friends and guests sat humbly in their seats as and read through the small pamphlets they held in their hands. The church organ played a beautiful hymn while the group of seven pink gown cloaked women stood off to Stacy’s side. The men dressed sharply in their black tuxes complete with pink vests stood behind Jamal , acting as a support system for a man who’d chosen to sacrifice his days of singlehood for a life of holy and eternal matrimony. Jamal’s custom Sean John suit cost a pretty penny as did the ring that weighed down the box in his best man’s hand. Neither met the cost of Stacy’s custom pure white Vera Wang wedding gown which contained over ten feet of train, complete with an elaborate yet simple veil which seemed to at the moment be perfect for shielding the tears that poured down her face on the day that she’d always dreamt of.
Jamal spoke into the Mike as the church watched on.
“ I stand here today as a lucky man.” His voice was deep and booming by nature. The microphone only magnified it.
“Last month, my little sister gave me a button which said, I love you.
Last week, my grandmother gave me a photo album from her wedding back in 1943 which brought tears to her eyes.
Last night my mother gave me a childhood collage I made when I was 10, which documented how I wanted my wedding to look.
And today, you give me the piece that I needed the most to add to all of what I’ve already been given.
The love of an innocent child, the blueprint of a perfect life, and the experience of a wedding that’s lasted over 60 years.
Today you give me the wife in which to share that all with.
I love you.”
The tears in the room seemed to flood the aisles as the best man passed him the box containing the princess cut diamond ring weighing just under 2.5 carats.
The pastors voice was calm, humbling even.
Stacy’s I do’s went quickly. The smile on her face would stay forever.
As the pastor turned towards Jamal, he felt it.
The trepidation in his voice was apparent even before he spoke.
The hesitation in his voice was apparent as he spoke.
“Do you , Jamal Collins, take Stacy Morris to have and to hold, till death do you part, as long as you both shall live.”
His pause immediately caught Stacy’s attention.
Cold feet was an understatement.
Standing in Greenland with flip flops would have been more comfortable.
He finally felt the 600 individual eyes baring down on him.
The sweat gathered on his forehead and under his arms.
He close his eyes and hoped God would force the right words to come out.
I do, would have been perfect.
What he said was anything but.
“Umm.” He said.
“UMM, What Jamal!? “Stacy said as she watched him, the Devil making himself present in her eyes.
He wanted to whisper to the pastor. He wanted to whisper to the best man. HE wanted to whisper to someone.
There was no one to whisper to.
He wasn’t sure.
He was stuck.
CAN JAMAL CONTROL COLD FEET? SHOULD HE BE CONDEMNED IF HE CHANGES HIS MIND? HOW CAN HE GET OUT OF A SITUATION LIKE THIS?
IS HE WRONG?
Jamal spoke into the Mike as the church watched on.
“ I stand here today as a lucky man.” His voice was deep and booming by nature. The microphone only magnified it.
“Last month, my little sister gave me a button which said, I love you.
Last week, my grandmother gave me a photo album from her wedding back in 1943 which brought tears to her eyes.
Last night my mother gave me a childhood collage I made when I was 10, which documented how I wanted my wedding to look.
And today, you give me the piece that I needed the most to add to all of what I’ve already been given.
The love of an innocent child, the blueprint of a perfect life, and the experience of a wedding that’s lasted over 60 years.
Today you give me the wife in which to share that all with.
I love you.”
The tears in the room seemed to flood the aisles as the best man passed him the box containing the princess cut diamond ring weighing just under 2.5 carats.
The pastors voice was calm, humbling even.
Stacy’s I do’s went quickly. The smile on her face would stay forever.
As the pastor turned towards Jamal, he felt it.
The trepidation in his voice was apparent even before he spoke.
The hesitation in his voice was apparent as he spoke.
“Do you , Jamal Collins, take Stacy Morris to have and to hold, till death do you part, as long as you both shall live.”
His pause immediately caught Stacy’s attention.
Cold feet was an understatement.
Standing in Greenland with flip flops would have been more comfortable.
He finally felt the 600 individual eyes baring down on him.
The sweat gathered on his forehead and under his arms.
He close his eyes and hoped God would force the right words to come out.
I do, would have been perfect.
What he said was anything but.
“Umm.” He said.
“UMM, What Jamal!? “Stacy said as she watched him, the Devil making himself present in her eyes.
He wanted to whisper to the pastor. He wanted to whisper to the best man. HE wanted to whisper to someone.
There was no one to whisper to.
He wasn’t sure.
He was stuck.
CAN JAMAL CONTROL COLD FEET? SHOULD HE BE CONDEMNED IF HE CHANGES HIS MIND? HOW CAN HE GET OUT OF A SITUATION LIKE THIS?
IS HE WRONG?
Ok, now that is just plain cruel....how is he going to say that little speech and then in the same breath, say "ummm"...CRUEL!!!....LOL personally I'm not big on marriage, its really all a facade, looks good on paper, but with that being said, that scenario is DEFINITELY ARCTIC SOUL!!!... you shouldn't let it go that far, and then have a sweet, touching speech to then say...ummm u know what, I still love you, nothings chg I just don't want to get married...THATS A NO NO TOO DAFFY!!!!!..... slap in the face, u don't play with ppls emotions like that!!!
ReplyDeletetHIS IS far from cruel. That man is doing the right thing here. No point in getting married if you feel its a mistake. Maybe it took him up until that moment to realize that it was something that needed more thought. Marriage is an eternal deal. You gotta go in 100% or not at all.
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