"Good morning, Maria," sister Margareta said gently, lulling Maria from her dreams of the day to come. "Its your wedding day, Maria."

Her eyes sprung open, and she jumped out of bed with lightning speed and a smile plastered to her face.

"Anxious, are we?" Margareta giggled.

"I'm excited, nervous, happy, terrified, and thrilled all at the same time! I've never felt so many emotions at one time before."

"Well, I imagine you're hungry, aren't you?"

"Oh, no Sister. I couldn't eat at a time like this!"

Margareta smiled. "Well, if you do decide you want to eat, here's some breakfast." She left the tray of food on the bedside table and left.

Maria was delighted to find her dress and veil already laid out for her. She felt fortunate for once to have short hair, because there wasn't much she could do with it anyway, so she just brushed it out. She took a couple pieces of bacon from the tray and nibbled on them, knowing she'd feel awful later if she didn't eat anything.

Maria's stomach bounced around inside her as she saw the church outside the car window. "Here we are, Miss," the driver announced. "And may I say ma'am, you look lovely. Congratulations."

She smiled at him, whispering a quiet "thank you" as she stepped outside onto the concrete, and walked to the doors, waiting for her cue. The doors flew open, and she saw him, dressed in his naval uniform, looking handsome as he'd ever been. She saw Liesl walking steadily in front of her, and the two youngest girls, Marta and Gretl, tossing flower petals in front of her. The music began, and Maria floated down the aisle. She wanted so much to hike up her skirt and run to Georg. After what seemed like an eternity, she had finally reached him.

"Do you, Georg Ritter Von Trapp, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." he said proudly and strongly. The words set Maria's heart on fire.

"Do you, Maria Kutschera, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." she said certainly.

"Then by the powers vested in me, I pronounce you husband, and wife. Georg, you may kiss your bride."

And he did, with an amount of love and pride Maria had never felt when she kissed him before.