Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss; what I make them do belongs to me.
Timeline: Some time in the future.
Spoilers: None that I can see.
Rating: G
Summery: Joyce prepares for that long walk down the aisle.
Dedication: This is for Jessi. Thanks for all of your kind words. I hope this holds you over until I can work through my horrible writer's block on the "Happy Endings" series.
Feedback: Yes, please. I wrote this a long time ago, but I felt it to be rather crappy, so I haven't posted it. Tell me what you all think of this short little piece.

Joyce Summers sat looking into the mirror. This was it. The day she'd waited for, for a lifetime. Everything had been planned down to the finest detail. The dress had been picked out and the woman remembered how she'd called to check on its progress every other day. Each bead had to be perfect, she knew, because the events of this day would never again occur. At least one would hope not.

The caterers had been instructed on what everyone involved wanted done. Joyce recalled that she'd tried so many different kinds of cake that she could swear that she had gained five pounds in the end.

Then, there was that whole debate over what to serve: chicken or fish. They eventually decided on the chicken.

The next problem was over the flowers. No one could agree on what kind of flowers there should be. Roses were suggested, so were lilies and daisies. This took a little longer to decide on. In the end, they decided to use a variety of flowers. So all the moaning, groaning, and bickering was pretty much over nothing.

The next decision to be made was over the color theme and all of the other little details, like the invitations and such.

Finally, the reception had been planned and all of that mess was out of the way. But the wedding planning job was still, yet to be completed.

Next came the church. It was a beautiful building with stained glass windows and a deep maroon rug. It was in one of the back rooms of this church that the woman now sat. She was sitting in front of that mirror in her robe. She knew that soon she would slip into her dress and put on her makeup, everything detail perfect.

A tap on the shoulder pulled Joyce out of her reverie. When Joyce looked up, she saw her own green eyes staring back at her. The person that the green eyes belonged to asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just can't believe this day's finally here," Joyce responded, starting to tear.

"I know what you mean."

The two women then dressed and helped each other with the final preparations for that long walk.

As the doors opened, Joyce gasped. The church was beautiful, full of flowers that filled the air with their wonderful scent and lighted by the soft glow of hundreds of candles, creating a sort of ethereal feel to the room.

After a moment, Joyce slowly took the first steps of that long walk, that long walk down the aisle. As she neared the end of her journey, she smiled at the man waiting at the altar, before she sat down to see her only daughter get married.

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