Wedding arches are rites of passage

Wedding arches curve over the glistening emerald grass just beyond your front door in that lawn. That lawn, where your little girl has played for years, grew to a young woman, and is now becoming a bride are graced in the early morning sun by two perfect wedding arches. Everything is quiet now, there is nothing and nobody around you, and the backyard is empty except for those two solitary wedding arches.

The arches are perfect and white, beautiful in their foreboding. You’re dreading that moment, that moment in which your little girl, your baby, steps through one of those two wedding arches, her pristine white shoes and full skirt shooshing over the grass in a sort of song to you, to her groom, to her childhood. She will forever be your little girl, but in the moment she steps through those wedding arches she will suddenly become a woman. That wedding arch is a doorway into her future, but that wedding arch is also a doorway that takes her a few steps farther away from you.

Those arches are scary in this early morning light. The arches are scary, and they fill you with a sense of dread about the moment when you will lose part of the little girl who has become such a gorgeous woman. But those wedding arches are undeniably beautiful. You knew this day would come, she has dreamt of it since she was a little girl, and finally she has found someone she feels is worth the walk through those wedding arches. For that reason, the wedding arches are positively pristine.