I’m certain you all know about my younger daughter’s upcoming wedding. The dress was bought last year, the chapel reserved back in January but we didn’t get into the execution phase of all the small details until just recently for reasons mostly related to simply being overwhelmed in general by life. And boy, are we scrambling now! Bride’s maids dresses had to be selected, fitted and
ordered. Shoes had to be picked out for said maids. Dozens of little details (like the way the bride’s dress is bustled–I’m not sure that’s really a verb but you know what I mean). It was an exciting afternoon at the bridal shop. Exciting and emotional. At one point someone was playing Johann Pachelbel’s Canon in D major which is the music selected for the bridal party’s walk down (or up in this case since
it’s outside and there’s a little incline) the aisle. It’s beautiful and elegant and classic and I cried like a baby right there in the middle of the store.
During this same afternoon the bride’s dress was checked for needed adjustments (including those bustle thingies). Of course seeing my baby in that dress was another heart squeezing moment. Many of us were teary-eyed (there was 13 of “us” in all counting parents, aunts, etc). The only painful moment for me (other than the one at the cash register) was when, after the needed alterations were all pinned, the seamstress said, “We have to be very careful now so that none of the pinning is disturbed. Mom, would you like to help the bride out of her dress?” My aching heart sank right to the floor. This is one of the biggest moments in my child’s life (like graduating from nursing school last August) but you need two good hands to carefully remove mounds and layers of silk and lace without disturbing those little pins. The realization that I could not do the job hurt, just as it did last year when I was unable to
attend her graduation. Yet, in that split second of paralyzing agony as I gazed upon my gorgeous daughter in that lovely dress that represents one of the most important steps she will ever take, I decided that I was not about to bested. I blinked back the tears, lifted my chin and said to one of my dearest friends, “I need you to help me.” We crowded into that dressing room and, with no shortage of awkwardness but with pins still intact, we got the job done. The happiness and excitement in my daughter’s eyes lifted my heart with sheer joy. It was a beautiful afternoon and I will cherish those moments for the rest of my life.
Rushing to finalize all these wedding details reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. In fact, I wrote several short contemporary romances for Kensington’s Precious Gems line while trying to break into romantic suspense. The books were sold only in Wal-Mart. Eventually the line closed and I was left with one story that was never published, GOING TO THE CHAPEL. By that time I was contracted to write the Colby Agency so I just put the story aside and never looked back. Until a few weeks ago. I smiled many times as I read the story, one of my first works. I did a little polishing and had a lovely cover created by a fabulous designer! This orphaned story is now available as an e-book on Amazon, BN.com, Smashwords, et al. Today I’m giving a digital copy of this sassy little romance to anyone who comments! What’s your most memorable experience with weddings? I want to hear all the funny, bittersweet, calm or crazy details! After commenting, be sure to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for your free book! Everyone’s a winner!