WA~5 Wedding: bride

It was the day I had dreamed about my whole life, since the day of Aunt Flora's wedding when I got to throw little pink petals down the isle before she entered through the chapel's doors. She looked beautiful, not the way I had remembered the year before when we visited her in Kansas. Then, she wore those hideous jean overalls, covered with spots of dirt. But today was my turn. 

I looked around the church, which would soon be filled with over 200 guests,  making sure the decorations were perfect. The white flowers were tinted brilliant colors which shone down from the bright sun beating on the marvelous stained glass windows. I hit a key on the organ, the sound ringing from on of the gold pipes. 

I glanced at my watch. Soon guests would be arriving. I quickly hurried to the ready room. My maid of honor sat in front of the mirror surrounded with make-up and my veil, shaking her leg impatiently. She quickly wished me luck and placed the veil carefully under my bun of curled hair. She then left, leaving me alone in the room. I sat there soaking the last minutes of my unmarried moments. 

The door open and I quickly turned to see my father standing paused in the door way. A tear formed in the corner of his eye but was soon hidden by a blink, as he reached his hand out to mine. We stood outside the front church doors until Mendelssohn’s Wedding March began to flow from the same organ I had played earlier. The doors then opened. I could hear the gush of air they created over the silence that fell upon the guests. 

I started down the isle. Walking slowly, each step matching the beat of the music. I was watching the ground, making sure I wouldn’t trip. My eye caught a white rose that lay on the side of a bench. As I advanced forward, I kept my eye on the flower. It was beautiful. I couldn’t look away. I was right beside the rose now. I felt a tug on the front of my dress. Suddenly, I saw the ground fly towards my face. Next thing I knew, I was inches from the red carpet. I was mortified but I put on a straight face and kept moving as the guests tried to hide their gasps. In what seem like forever, my father and I reached the alter, where he gave me a quick kiss while mumbling, “I love you.”

I looked into the eyes of my fiancée. He stood still as he held his hands out to hold mine. He was trying not to giggle about the unexpected trip, but his eyes were gleaming with happiness. We said our vows and placed the shiny rings on one another’s fingers. He then took the lower of my back and pulled me in to give me our most passionate kiss yet. He then placed his hand in mine and walked me to the doors as the guests followed. 

WA~5 Wedding

Here I am, a tiny little spec in the bigger picture that is called a wedding. I am just one of the flowers in the beautiful array of decorations that help make this the best day ever for the young bride. I am perched on the side of a bench in the stained glass church. The mumbling sound of over 200 people, I would guess from the volume, vibrates through the church air. The voices of the guests sound excited and happy, as people discuss how they know the couple and where they come from. Suddenly, Mendelssohn's Wedding March rings from the pipe's of the organ. The mumbling fades and the doors of the entrance open but I cannot see them.  I only feel the gentle gush of air that passes through the aisle and the sound of the guests turning in their seats to take a look at the bride. However, I can see the groom standing under the alter. His eyes light up, smiling almost as big as his lips which stretch slowly across his face, keeping his teeth hidden. He is the happiest man in the church, yet no one sees but my fellow flowers and me. The march continues until the bride reaches the end of the isle, giving a kiss to her father who now takes his seat in front right behind the maid of honor and bride’s maids. The music stops and the minister begins the vows. Looks of love pass from the bride to the groom and back until they break their contacts to place the rings on each other. The minister then announces the couples new relation and gives the groom permission to kiss the bride. The groom wraps his hand around the lower back or his new wife and pulls her in to give the most passionate kiss of their relationship. He then puts his hand in hers and turns to walk her to the doors she first entered from, the bride’s maids and best man following closely behind, as the clapping grows and the guests stand to watch the couple leave. Music begins again but this time provides background sound to the cheering family and friends. The church slowly empties, row by row. I am left alone with the other decorations after everyone clears to go celebrate the new couple. We sit quiet and alone until through the night until the next day when we are removed from the church.