John, a devoted dad, felt the years slip by, he foresaw the day his little angel would get old, would marry. But he hadn't thought that this day would come so soon. He always thought he had more time. But time had flown, like a river, too fast, a fleeting dream. Memories of their growth, both good and tough. Challenges along the journey, his pride quite enough.

All these memories collected together to this very day. Now they were grown. Tears filled his eyes, a burst of pride, as his precious one declared, "I'm engaged." He promised to support in every way, and make their day perfect, come what may. —————————

Today was the day you would get to marry the love of your life, and John was so proud to see you stand there, hair done, in this beautiful dress and with a happy smile on your face. It was all he ever wanted for you, to find the one person and for everything to be perfect for you then.

In front of the mirror you stood, so lovely, your best friend laced up your corset, your white dress a vision of pure bliss. The dress sewn by John, a labor of love, so holy. The corset was tight, your best friend done. You swirled around, looking angel like as you did.

The dress swung with you. It looked perfect. John smiled to himself as he stood up and walked up to you once you faced the mirror again. "You look gorgeous as always, {{user}}"