My first Creative Writing Piece!!!

Has anyone ever considered the amount of thoughts that runs through a bride’s mind as she takes the 8 minute walk down the aisle?  It was not until the doors opened that I realized all the emotions that had built leading up to this day.  As my eyes scanned down the aisle, catching each of the flower petals left behind by the flower girl, up the stair, to his eyes, it all came rushing at once.  There was no more planning, no more fittings, no more nail biting or hair pulling.  The day was here!  And like a dam that was holding water amounted from a hurricane, the tears broke through.  I vaguely remember a light squeeze from the man standing beside me.  The one man that up until this day, held my heart and the #1 spot in my life.  The one man, that despite everything he may be feeling, held it together to walk me down the aisle.  The one man that no mater how old I get or how many kids I have of my own, will always look at me and see his “little girl”.  And me feeling completely comforted by that.  Now one thing you have to keep in mind, is I do not cry.  Not at movies or books or anything really.  To be perfectly honest, I think funerals are the only time I ever really shed a tear.  So instantly I laughed at myself and the thought of how I must look to the attendants around me, all of whom knew my penchant for dry eyes.  It sounded like a record skipping as the sobs and the laughs started fighting for the leading role in my attempt of a wedding soundtrack.

            My feet mechanically started stepping one by one down the aisle I have walked so many times before.  I suddenly realized all my girlhood dreams were finally coming true.  The only change was the man waiting for me at the end, now had a face.  I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks and hear my sobs (being the one who won out in the sob/laugh battle) echo through the sanctuary completely powerless to stop them.

Halfway down I remember thinking that either they extended the length of the aisle or we were just walking way too slowly.  Here I was, surrounded by over a 100 people, yet I had eyes (when not clouded by tears of course) only for one.  Even though I was attached to another man’s arm, it was like the man waiting at the end, very patiently I might add, and I, were the only two in the room.

            Oddly enough, I could hear the clicking of cameras and see the flashes reflecting off the walls, but never thought to look to either side.  If it were not for the man at the end wearing a tux, I would have thought this was still just a practice.  If it was not for the ability to feel the band-aid on my heel (put there to keep from getting blisters) slipping down from the sweat that had accumulated in the 45 minutes I had the shoes on, I would have thought it was a dream, just like it always was before.  As I reached the first row of pews, I instinctively looked to my left to the closest woman in my life, the one I strived to be like, holding a very well used tissue to her left eye, also trying to stop the tears she had tried to banish to keep her mascara from running.

            All I had to do was get to the bottom of the stairs at the end of that aisle.  All I had left was 10 steps before my arm would forever switch from one man to another.  And all I could think about was the night I was asked for my hand in marriage.  Well, wrong thought.  Apparently that caused my emotions to be to overwhelmed to work correctly and I started crying even more and instinctively, laughing even more.  At this point, the man standing next to me could not contain himself and also let out a soft chuckle.  That seemed to have distracted him because upon reaching the bottom of the stair I was soon to walk up, he forgot himself and started to take a step up the first one. That forced me to pull him back to remind him that the man at top was to come down to retrieve me.  At that point, my emotions finally felt as though they served their purpose and I became suddenly composed. I had arrived.  Being solely consumed by a heart filled so deeply with love for the man now coming down the stairs to greet me, never once allowing his eyes to leave mine.