The music was playing in the sanctuary. The mothers had been seated, the groom and his men were standing at the front of the church and the bride's maids and maid of honor were just starting their slow procession toward the preacher.



Niki and I were near the sanctuary doors just out of sight of the participants and congregation waiting for the proper time, when I leaned over to her, gave her a peck on the cheek, and said, "If you want to change your mind, it's not too late, yet."



She beamed up at me and with a sparkle in her eyes, shook her head. "I'm not changing my mind, Daddy."



"Then let's make an entrance!"