WA5 - Draft 2

I stand here, in the same spot, watching, observing every detail, every color, movement and person. I feel nervous, I have never had so many butterflies in my stomach, everyone keeps telling me no t to worry and they will fix everything. MY head is spinning with emotion and I feel a tear run down my face as I stand there looking at myself in the most beautiful dress getting ready to walk down an isle that will lead me to my future. Everything is swirling around me, the colors and scents of the different perfumes and I notice I am not the only one letting a tear shed.

Then, like clockwork, everyone freezes and stares at me, each person picking out the last details that need to be fixed. Then everyone rushes out of the room leaving me alone, waiting for the moment I have to walk and as I turn I see one of my bridesmaids telling the flower girl what to do. All I can think about is not slipping on the petals she throws to the ground, each one delicate. Then I realized something in her face, confusion maybe but I am not quite sure but before I could figure it out she was taking little steps growing closer and closer to my groom. The next thing I knew I was right behind her, my heart racing and every face on me. As I turn to face my groom, I take a peek at the flower girl and she is staring out into the audience smiling.

People were racing around me as I stood in the same place, my heart beating harder and harder as the moments ticked away. Every face around me was a blur; everyone was tugging on my dress making sure nothing went wrong as I walked down the isle. I didn’t know how to speak or move or even breathe at the moment everything was happening so quickly. Finally, the lasts touches were put in place and it was time to make my entrance. I reached up to my face and felt a faint tear escape and I now understood the emotions I had seen so many years ago. I saw the flower girl being given instructions and remembered my first time as a flower girl and how I didn’t understand the tears and she had the same expression I wore when I saw the tears.

I watched her walk in front of me and everything seemed so familiar, she tossed the petals just as I had and now it was my turn to follow them. I walked down the isle looking straight, feeling a wave of emotion come over me and I knew exactly how the bride had felt when she made the same journey many years ago. I stepped to my groom looked out into the audience and locked eyes with the bride from my child hood and she smiled at me and nodded. I returned the gesture now understanding everything.

WA5-Draft 1

I stand here, in the same spot, watching, observing every detail, every color, movement and person. The bustling and frantic gestures surround the bride while lets one tear trickle down her face to exemplify her happiness. Everyone in the room freezes, admiring her, their emotions over take their faces as each one places the last touch on her dress. I did not understand why everyone was crying and smiling at the same time, so I remained just as I was, mesmerized by the elegance of the ceremony taking place before the wedding. I am taken away from the glimmering brides face, someone women kneels before me to explain how I am to hold the basket and toss the silky red rose petals but my mind is still on the dressing room.

I hear the music start, I start to walk, all the faces turn and I enter a room full of wondrous colors and exotic flowers. The groom stands in front of me smiling, every detail was precise, every face full of excitement and I stop and turn to see my sister walk down the isle. Her face shining through her veil her dress flowing perfectly and all I hear is silence, almost like the music is nonexistent. Everything is slow motion, not missing a beat, I dare to move or blink because I am afraid something will happen. She arrives and it begins, but I am not interested in the bride or groom, I like around the room and watch every face, none were scared, afraid or worried but for the first time everyone was happy. I was eleven years old and I had never been in a room where every one radiated with passion and happiness and I realized I wanted marriage not because of love but to create a world of flowing colors, dresses and happiness.

People were racing around me as I stood in the same place, my heart beating harder and harder as the moments ticked away. I was frozen as people tugged and worried that everything was perfect. I pictured the groom and his face and realized the flowing, colors and happiness were the perfect image of how I felt. I reached up to touch my face and felt a faint tear and now understood the tears I had seen many years ago.

I turned just in time to see the flower girl being given directions and knelt down in front of her, and saw in her eyes what I had felt when I was standing in her shoes. She looked up and smiled and said “Why is everyone crying?” and all I could say was “it’s the only way to express how I feel.” She smiled started to walk and turned to look at me with a tear on her face. I walked down the isle locking eyes with the groom, and as I froze in front of him I looked around and saw the hundreds of eyes on me waiting, smiling some crying and I realized I did exactly what I had wanted for my wedding, I turned to face my groom and said I do.