I was just moments away from saying “I do” when the church doors burst open and my father shrieked that the WEDDING WAS OFF. What he said next shattered my heart in the blink of an eye.
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a rainbow of colors across my white gown. I couldn’t stop smiling as I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. It was my wedding day…
A smiling bride in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney
“You look absolutely radiant, Esther,” my best friend and maid of honor, Lia, gushed as she adjusted my veil.
I beamed at her, my heart fluttering with excitement. “I can’t believe this day is finally here. I’m getting married!”
As Lia helped me into my wheelchair, a twinge of self-consciousness crept in. I’d been born with a leg defect, relying on my wheelchair my whole life. But today, I refused to let it dampen my spirits.
A happy bride | Source: Midjourney
“Kevin loves you exactly as you are,” Lia reassured me, squeezing my hand. “You two are made for each other.”
I nodded, thinking of my soon-to-be husband waiting at the altar. We’d met just six months ago at a support group. Kevin was disabled, just like me, and our connection had been instant and intense.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen and understood.
A groom in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney
“Remember when we were kids?” Lia mused, adjusting a stray curl. “You always said you’d never get married.”
I chuckled, remembering my stubborn younger self. “I guess I just needed to meet the right person.”
A knock at the door startled us. “Esther? It’s time, sweetheart,” my mother called.
I took a deep breath, smoothing my dress. “This is it. Let’s go get married!”
A floral arch | Source: Midjourney
The church doors swung open, and all eyes turned to me. I felt a surge of confidence as my father, Matthews, began pushing my wheelchair down the aisle.
The smile on Kevin’s face...
