This is the moment
This is the day
This is the moment
When I know
I am on my way
Every endeavour
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
I could see him walking down the stairs on the opposite side of the room, as I was hidden behind the double doors that were opened with a small crack so I could watch. My Dad was to my right. He had just handed me a blue elephant with pink ears, a replacement for a favorite toy he had given to foster children when I was five. I had given him a hard time for almost 18 years about that elephant.
But there, this man, tall, dark and handsome, was standing on the other end of the long aisle. The right door slowly opened as my bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.
This is the moment
This the time
When the momentum
And the moment
are in rhyme
Give me this moment
My precious chance
I’ll gather up my best
And make some sense at last
As each girl moved through the door, I could see him better. “There he is, Daddy. Isn’t he handsome?” I spoke to my Dad, but mostly to the air. My youngest cousin, dressed in a smart tux, headed down the aisle with a pillow on which I had cross-stitched my new name along side his. My flower girls, both grown women now, readied themselves for the task. They slipped through the door.
This is the moment
When all I’ve done
All of the dreaming,
scheming and screaming 
becomes one
This is the day,
Just see it shine
When all that I have lived for
Becomes mine
The music had peeked and the doors opened up. The audience of 200 invited guests and five uninvited guests stood. I took a moment to search the crowd. The faces of the people who had impacted my story were lined on either side of the aisle. I smiled as the chaos of faces came into focus. I could see the smiles that shone in the eyes of our guests. I was thrilled to be sharing this day with these people.
This is the moment
This is the hour
When I can open up,
like a flower
And put my hand to
Everything I plan to
Fulfill my grand desire
See all my stars align
With a quick scan of the crowd I fixed my eyes forward. There, standing before me was my future. The person who would weave my dreams into reality just as he did the words of poetry he read to the audience. He smiled and I smiled back. As I panned down the faces of our wedding party I found eyes filled with tears, a contrast against smiling faces, male and female. Our eyes remained clear.
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won’t look back
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment 
Of them all
He walked down to receive my hand. He knew, as did I, that this was, indeed, the moment. The moment neither of us had thought would be a part of our story. A moment where everything we never knew we wanted was beginning to form. That long aisle stood a prophetic image of the years that would follow…. years rich in joy. Years where the ones we loved the best would stand up for us. Years where the uninvited would show up, but wouldn’t steal our joy. Years where as long as our eyes were fixed on each other we could tune out all that surrounded us to focus on each other.
This is the moment
So double the odds
This day or never 
I’ll sit forward
with the gods
When I look back
I will recall 
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment of them all.
Our friend, Rob, closed his portion of the ceremony by stating, “You may think, as this day comes to an end, that it is time to go home. Remember, now, when you are with each other, you are home.” Jonesy is the logic to my emotional sensibilities. He is the steady in my whirlwind of chaos. He is the anchor, in the sea of my dreaming and the calm that centers our lives. And while, for now, he personifies home, he with servant leadership reminds me of my real Home and walks with me as I pursue my true homecoming. Every once in awhile, I will look up and see him across the room. I will speak to the air, “There he is. Isn’t he handsome?” And as he did twenty-one years ago, he will look at me with joy and anticipation. I am drawn to him. Everything fades away and I can focus on his face. I see my future, even still, swirling in the green pools of his eyes. I am reminded that each moment with him is the moment I have been waiting for. And no matter where we are, as long as we are together, we are home.

This is the Moment

By Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse for Jekyl and Hyde

Covered by The Moody Blues

Chosen by Jonesy to be the song I walked down the aisle to on August 1, 1998.

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