Why My Father Holds My Heart

                   Someday...I am going to walk down the church’s center aisle, clothed in white. I will have my father at my side, with his arm wrapped securely in mine. Once we stand before my groom, the pastor will ask, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” And my father will reply, “Her mother and I.”

With those four simple words, and a farewell kiss on the cheek, my heart will be given away....                                                         

Saving the Kiss

About two years ago, I encountered a conversation that went something like this:
“Oooh, sweet sixteen, and never been kissed,” teased an elderly lady at church.
I laughed, and politely responded, “And I don’t plan on it either, until I’m married that is.” 
Another lady chimed in, “Oh, you won’t have to worry about waiting that long.”
I smiled, then said in a more serious tone, “I’m going to make sure I do.”

Two years later, at 18-years-old, I still have never kissed a boy, and I thank my God for this blessing.