A Bridesmaid’s Job

Love is in the air in our family.  Both of my sisters, Melissa and Kaye, are getting married.  Both of them found great guys who will make great husbands and, more importantly, great brothers-in-law.  

Preparations have begun.  Dates have been chosen, venues selected,dresses ordered, and attendants invited.  I’m honored to be a bridesmaid in both weddings, Melissa’s in October in Los Angeles and Kaye’s next May in Northern Virginia.

Weddings always make a woman think of her own wedding, whether she’s a girl dreaming of the future or a matron thinking back to her own big day.  My sisters’ preparations bring up all kinds of wedding-related memories for me:  the flowers, the guests, the dress, the ceremony, the handsome husband. 

I’ve been reflecting on what succeeded brilliantly (walking down the aisle behind a bagpiper was pretty sweet) and what failed miserably (here’s some advice:  don’t let your stupid drunk-ass friends slosh red wine near your ivory silk-satin dress).

I’ve discovered with surprise that some of the opinions that I held strongly as a bride have now completely changed.