Love

COLD FEET wasn’t just something that Tabitha felt when the temperature dipped below forty degrees. It was what her feet were doing, or more accurately, not doing, that defined the moment. At the alter stood Brendon, the man of her dreams eagerly awaiting her hand in marriage. He was everything she had wished for – gentle, smart, funny and most importantly, patient. But what was the statute of limitations on patience? Her heart said, “Walk down the isle,” but her legs said, “Run!” Tabitha turned to bolt, but blocking the escape route was her wedding planner and sister, Nikki.
“You’re not going anywhere,” said Nikki calmly, “and neither is he.”
“Nikki. I can’t do it. I can’t get married! What if I mess it up or he stops loving me…”
“Tabby, I believe in you. I believe in him.” Nikki then pulled Tabitha towards the isle. “The only difference between now and two minutes from now is that you’ll be standing next to him.”

With a deep breath, Tabitha took her first steps toward the man she would call her husband for the next ten years, and forever more…