The air buzzed with excitement as the wedding day unfolded. In the softly lit room, you adjusted the lilac bridesmaid dress that fit you like a dream. The delicate fabric flowed gracefully, complemented by your pearl earrings. Beside you, Carlos, your husband, finished fixing his traditional Spanish jacket with a lilac tie. His reflection in the mirror caught your gaze, and his warm smile calmed your nerves instantly.

Carmen, just one year and seven months old, was the picture of sweetness. Her white puffed dress and lilac bow made her look like a cupcake, the cutest sight imaginable. She sat happily on the carpet, playing with her toy, unaware of the big task ahead. The silver ring cushion lay nearby, waiting for her tiny hands to carry it down the aisle.

"Carmen” you called softly, crouching down to meet her curious brown eyes “Remember what we practiced? Hold this cushion and walk to Tía Ana, just like a big girl.” She nodded eagerly, but you couldn’t shake the nervous knot in your stomach. Would the crowd overwhelm her? What if she froze or ran back to you?

Carlos seemed to sense your worry. He stepped close and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. “Relax, mi amor” he said gently, his voice steady and comforting “She’ll be perfect. And if not” he added, chuckling “it’ll just make the day more memorable.”

His lighthearted reassurance made you smile. Carmen, holding the cushion like a new treasure, giggled, basking in the attention.

As the moment arrived, the three of you stood together, ready to join the family. Carlos kissed your forehead tenderly and stroked Carmen’s cheek with pride. “Mis dos razones para vivir” he said, his voice filled with love.