The Big Day

Writing prompt: picture of Bride and flowergirl looking out of doorway.

  THE BIG DAY


Sun shone through the open window letting her know it was finally time to get up. She had not rested well; the excitement in her built, making sleep almost impossible. Every time she woke she would look over to make sure her dress was still there. It was a beautiful dress, white with hand embroidered roses along the collar, and it was hers. She would wear it proudly today as she walked down the isle, holding her head high; the flowers in her hands reminding her of a rainbow nestled in soft clouds.

She heard footsteps, and the creaking of the door as the knob was turned and it was carefully pushed inward.

“Time to get up, sweetheart”, her mother said as she peeked inside, “we have a lot to do today.”

“I’m so excited,” she said as she jumped from the bed and ran over to hug her.

“I am too, but we need to get a move on if we want to get everything done before the photographer gets here.”

She saw the look on her mothers face and wanted to tell her not to worry. This day had been planned out so well nothing should go wrong. The noise level in the house grew as workers rushed around to make sure everything was set up for the ceremony. She would be leaving soon for the salon to be pampered for the day, along with her mother and sister. Her father would stay home to make sure everyone worked hard to make her day perfect.

By the time they returned home the house was quiet as the workers had moved into the garden to finish. The photographer had arrived and was set up in the den waiting for the bridal party.

While the women dressed, the groom, his family, and groomsmen posed for pictures. When they were done they retired to the garden patio so the bride would not be seen on her walk to the den.

She felt beautiful as she joined the wedding party to have her photo taken. It was a nice chaos as everyone was positioned over and over again. The pictures of the whole party together would be taken after the ceremony while the guests gathered to eat.

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Picking up her flowers she stepped onto the runner leading up the aisle to where the groom was waiting. She took one step then another forgetting about being nervous. It was her time, all eyes were on her. Holding her head high she took a handful of the colorful rose petals that filled her basket, spreading her fingers wide let them fall to the carpet. When she reached the front she turned and watched as her sister made her way to join them.

Before long the service was over, the pictures had all been taken, the food eaten, and it was finally time to say goodbye. Joining hands with Becky and Joe she walked them to their car. After being assured they would be home soon she kissed them goodbye then turned to find her mother.

It had been a long day and she was tired. She was proud of her big sister, even if she didn’t understand anything about marriage, and she knew she was happy. The house was quiet as all the guests finally left. Curled up on the couch, beside her mother, she fell asleep.