The chapel is swelling with the busy-ness of the wedding preparations and threatening to explode from the influx of guests arriving. The organist is at the organ waiting to start the music. The ushers are standing in the ready position near the door to seat mamma and Ricky’s parents. Mamma is making sure the bouquets on the end of each of the pews are proportionately placed and that perfection shines in the chapel.
Ricky is in some room with his family and Sissy and I are in the bride’s room making preparations for me and Ricky to take that walk down the aisle. I mean, that long walk down the aisle. The butterflies in my stomach are getting worse and mamma walks in. Suddenly, I feel like I’m going to burst into tears. I don’t understand why on earth I am so nervous. Why Ricky and I have talked of marriage for the whole seven months we’ve been dating.
In spite of these jitters, I feel pretty wearing my mamma’s wedding dress and my grandma’s engagement ring. Sissy finished my makeup and as she is fixing my hair, mamma comes over to me and looks into my eyes with huge tears rolling down her cheeks. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I burst into uncontrollable tears and choking sobs.
I just don’t understand why I am acting like this. After all, Ricky and I are adults, he is 19 years old and I’m 18 years old. Now, dadgummed it! I have to worry about my Panda eyes.
I was selected for this challenge by snowsfissures and fractures.
I am challenged to post five photos in five days and to write a story for each photo. The story can be fiction or non-fiction.
I am asked to select a new person each day to continue this challenge.
My selection for today is Lrod, author of the blog, LRod’s Blog. I challenge her to post five photos for five days and to write a one paragraph story, fiction or non-fiction, for each photo. The story can simply be explaining the photo or an embellished explanation of the photo. Or, if she prefers, to write a poem.