But I’ve learned that I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Keeping my hand hidden behind my bouquet, I point a finger at the ceiling. The air above the guests glows faintly. Dozens of white rose petals float perfectly to the floor, showering Mom in a floral snowfall. She looks up, letting some of the petals float over her face. When she looks back down the aisle she gives me one of the biggest tear-filled smiles I’ve ever seen.
She mouths, Thank you.
I just smile. I am definitely getting used to this goddess thing.