As I walked to the church my heart raced, and when I finally saw my son happily ready to walk me down the aisle, I knew I had done the right thing to wait all these years. My little boy had grown up and now my little man was willing to give away his mother to a man he learned to respect and love over the past few years.
I was overwhelmed with joy as we marched toward Frederic, who had tears in his eyes as he watched us walking toward him. This moment was priceless and I just knew right then and there. It felt really good to be myself -- I felt ready, I felt blessed, and I finally felt COMPLETE.