When I did, it felt like I was in a coma. There I was, standing at the altar in my black tuxedo, looking dope as ever. The church was filled to capacity with Desa Rae’s family and friends, as well as mine. My boys were lined up beside me, and we all watched as my beautiful daughter, Chassidy, made her way down the long aisle, dropping flower petals along the way. I couldn’t help but to smile because she reminded me so much of Desa Rae. We had a lot to be proud of and today was no exception. It was special, no doubt. After everything that Desa Rae and me had been through, our wedding day had finally arrived. The woman who I loved was about to be my wife, and no words could explain how nervous I felt inside. Minutes later, the “Here Comes the Bride” theme played. Desa Rae appeared at the back of the church. I could barely breathe—her beauty had taken my breath away. The cream-colored strapless dress she wore was silk. It rested perfectly on her healthy curves and cut right underneath her knees; the dress allowed everyone to get a glimpse of her smooth legs and high-heel shoes that matched her dress.
