Stunned

by Holly
(Portland, Oregon, USA)

I’m an over planner. There should be a self-help group, really. In the countdown to the actual wedding ceremony, I remember running around from room to room in the beautiful cottage church making sure that everything was in it’s place, when I stumble upon my daughter in her little flower girl dress. It hit me. The moment that I think every bride finally comes to terms with.

It’s real, and it sunk in. I watched my daughter, (four years old), as she sat in the middle of the dressing room, playing with a toy train that her cousin had brought with him. She giggled and laughed, then looked up at me with her giant brown eyes. So perfect in her red and white dress flowing with tulle. I looked down at my own gown, with it’s embroidered gerber daisies, the open front that flared out behind me as I walked… each tiny crystal decorating the center of each flower.

It was only a matter of moments before thoughts of the incredible man I was about to marry flooded my mind, and the makeup that was applied with such precision and care only an hour before was then running down my face. At that moment, I knew then what needed to be done with the next hour before the ceremony. Makeup!