Puffs of powder billowed in the morning sunlight.
Glossy tubes of pink were passed without a glance.
Shimmering satin slid on and zipped.
Laughter and energy twinkled in the air.
Five girls in red and one in white
Danced among the hair, the makeup the photographer,
Choreographed by joy.
They swept through the door, down the hall, to the limo.
Traffic parted, sun shone, lights turned green.
They lined up on the stone steps that breezy October day
As notes snuck out through the doors.
Her heart slowly thumped along.
The day, the preparations, they swirled to a stop.
The grinning girls moved into the church
Drawn by a hypnotic pulse.
At last she was alone.
The organ’s tune shifted
To a hopeful slow march
With an elegant beat.
She had practiced this stride
Could feel the calm reach out.
It was time for steady steps
For the patient pace of grace.
She took a breath
The doors were opened
And she saw him.
There was no sound, no face but his.
She laughed out loud
And ran to him,
Guests giggling in her wake.
This post was written for The Red Dress Club Memoir writing prompt.
The prompt went like this:
Write about a time that rhythm, or a lack thereof, played a role in your life. And don’t use the word “rhythm.”
I had planned to write about how I was the only girl who played the drums in Middle School and High School. How, when I entered HS in 8th grade, I stood as the lone kid among the junior & senior guys who played percussion. Yet, somehow, I could keep up with them and earned that white plumed hat in the marching band with ease. How I won those guys over.
But then I realized all those years of being able to follow the beat had led me to my wedding day. This would be the one time in my life I was actually going to be the only person everyone’s eyes were on as I walked to the beat of the music. Slowly.
The morning should have been chaotic, with 5 bridesmaids, 1 bride, 2 Moms, photographers, makeup artists, a hair team and a couple kids all thrown into my bridal suite. But we moved in a happy dance without a single stumble.
This dance continued with grace until those doors opened at the church and I saw the guy I was about to stroll slowly with the music to. I couldn’t help myself, I literally ran to him and threw my arm around him.
I just couldn’t wait another beat to be his wife.