When it comes to my own wedding,
I have so many wants. I want it to hold it at the beach but sometimes I want it
to hold it at the garden. I want it to be secret but sometimes I want to shout
it to the whole world. I want a motif where my guest should only wear white but
sometimes I want it to be full of pastel colors. But there is one thing that I
am very much sure of, I want to be wed with the person I love most and who
loves me most.
And exactly on May 18, 2016 at
4:00 in the afternoon at Villa Amor Plaza Hotel, Koronadal City, in front of
the Lord, my family and my friends, I vowed to be a wife after God’s own heart
to a loving and God fearing man named Roberto Enrijo Munar Jr.
I cannot express into words what I
feel that day especially when I am about to have my wedding march. I believe
that I have mixed emotions; there is excitement because my dream is coming true,
anxiousness because in just a short time I will be a wife. After all, it is a
life changing decision.
During my bridal march, I wanted
to cry but I tried not to because my bestfriend, Krysteen, my make-up artist,
Madam Ar, and our coordinator told me to cherish the moment while I am walking
in the aisle towards the person I am about to marry. And so I did. I can still remember how I walk,
how I approach my parents and how I see him waiting for me at the altar.
What I love about our wedding is
the uniqueness of the wedding rites. Although I memorize my vow but then there
are still words I uttered that I did not prepared to say. I also thank our
officiating minister to give us the chance to say our words to our parents and
how he let our parents speak to both of us. Also, I thank the officiating
minister in giving us words of wisdom on how to sustain our marriage and that
is to prioritize the following: Put God first, Put Husband/Wife second, Put Children
third, Put Family fourth and Put others as last.
Above all, I want to thank God
because despite everything, He has given me a wonderful and a memorable
wedding. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter what color is the
dress of my bridesmaids is or where it was held, what really matters most is
that we do it with the person we love and it is blessed by our Father in
heaven.
