Brides and Grooms
really do exist!
I'd like to nominate this bride as a 'perfect' bride!
My best friend "Jane" from college was getting
married, and I was excited to be her maid of honor. Her mother was
wonderful and extremely well organized, and assisted with one of the
loveliest and most memorable wedding showers I have ever helped give. Jane
was truly her mother's daughter, and organized the entire wedding almost a
year in advance. We picked out a very nice bridesmaids dress for me, it
fit great and was relatively inexpensive.
Little did my good friend, the organized bride, know
what a total hassle having me as a maid of honor was to become!
Fast forward to the day before the wedding...
I traveled to Jane’s home to help her get ready for
the wedding. We were trying our dresses on for a last minute spot check,
when to my horror, I realized I couldn't zip my dress. There was nothing
wrong with the dress -- it was *me* -- somehow my midsection had a funny
bulge. I had porked out over the summer without really noticing and now I
couldn't even zip the maid of honor's dress! I panicked, laid down on the
bed, sucked it all in and tried zipping again. No luck! Time to freak!
This calm bride breezily waved her hand and said
"No problem, we'll just go get another dress."
Fortunately I was the only member of the wedding party,
so my choices of dress were fairly wide open -- black, cranberry, forest
green or silver would match the flower arrangements and flower girl's
The bride and I went to store after store trying to find
something suitable that didn't need much in the way of alterations.
Finally, we ended up at an outlet store and found a perfect dress for $35.
It was black, but luckily, black and white weddings were 'in' that year.
Most brides would have become total bridezillas and
freaked at having to do last minute bridesmaids’ dress shopping just 16
hours before their wedding, but Jane was cool, calm and gracious. There
were a few other minor hitches in other areas of the wedding plans, but
through it all Jane remained happy and fun. It was the most enjoyable
wedding I have been in or to, before or since.
(The ‘bulge’ turned out to be a tumor, we later
found out, ick! Jane is still happily married, now with a family.
I was in a wedding a few years ago of a very close
friend of mine. Well, it so happened that my significant other passed away
the week of her wedding. The funeral was the Friday before. Not only did
the bride hold my hand and let me cry on her shoulder, she also went to
the funeral with me a few hours before her own Rehearsal! Is that love or
what? To this day, I still can't believe her generosity of spirit and
support during that time. I managed to stand up in her wedding and also
read for her. Even though her own twin sister, who was supposed to be the
MOH, decided the day before the wedding she wasn't coming!! True story.
The truth is ALWAYS stranger than fiction........at least in my life,
When we were in our twenties, my boyfriend and I became
engaged and planned our wedding. A few weeks before the wedding I got cold
feet and canceled everything.
Somehow, ex boyfriend and I remained cordial and
struggled at keeping a friendship.
Fast forward a few years, he moved to another town and
once again got engaged. I was invited to the wedding.
Looking back, I can't believe the bride tolerated my
presence, let alone being so friendly as to show me around town in the
days following her wedding, and making sure I had everything I needed
during my stay.
This was all quite a few years ago now, but I still keep
in touch with my ex and his wife. I don't know that I could ever be so
gracious as she was.
Well, this is rather short. I help with wedding
rehearsals at our church and have found the most complicated quagmires are
usually intra-familial (step-, ex-, etc.). One bride's step was loud
and belligerent about how things were "usually" done in our
denomination. I suppose she was feeling left out. My jaw
dropped though that she complained that her husband (the bride's father)
would not be walking down the aisle with her, but with her daughter.
She was very angry at this and insisted that he escort her down the aisle,
as she was her husband and that was his place. The bride sweetly
said, of course, and that he could simply walk back to escort her (the
bride) back down for her entrance.
Just for the record, our tradition is that the mothers
are escorted by groomsmen, and followed by their husbands. This is
altered by individuals, but in this case, the actual MOB had an
groomsman escort, not her new husband at her side.
Do you know a wonderful bride and groom who should
be immortalized for their graciousness? Send us the story and be sure
to put "Perfect Bride" in the email subject line
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