Everyone has a first time for everything and my first time came
when I was in the car.
And, whoa, it’s not what you may think…
My first time as a bridesmaid came when my best friend handed me a
small, white envelope while we were in her car driving to Walmart (of all
places).
And if you could imagine any scene in a movie, you can believe I
was the girl who just hit that incredible high-pitch scream of excitement while
happily flailing my arms with the envelope in my hand. Yes, I was THAT girl.
I just couldn’t believe it!
Well, I mean I guess I could because I couldn’t possibly imagine
her not inviting me…. I mean, after all, I am her best friend, duh? But I still
couldn’t contain my excitement in the least bit! While every woman looks
forward to the wedding she may have one day have and dreams about the wedding
dress she will wear, I have always wondered about what if felt like to be a
bridesmaid in a wedding. Sure, I’ve been to plenty of weddings as a guest, but
never a wedding where I had a personal, unique connection to the couple getting
married.
This was my best friend. I HAD to be at her wedding. Not just at
her wedding, but IN her wedding.
I couldn’t wait to help celebrate her marrying the love of her
life and help do all the things that bridesmaids do.
Ever since last September when she asked me to be her bridesmaid,
I helped share in her memories as a bride including helping her decide on THE
dress.
Besides, you know you’re a true bridesmaid when you convince the
bride – your best friend – to have all the bridesmaids wear boots instead of
heels. I mean, after all, we are talking about an outside wedding that took
place at a beautiful spot in Weatherford. Why in the world would we wear boots?
Who are we kidding?
Holding her hair while she’s puking her lungs out.
Consoling her when her heart is broken and telling her boys are
stupid.
Sharing clothes so much you get confused whose is what anymore.
Being the ‘wing man’ for one another.
Hold her hair extensions for her so she can curl them.
Hold her hair extensions for her so she can curl them.
Having code names for people that others will never understand.
Picking her up at a gas station at 2 a.m. in the morning.
Having your stuff over at her house so much that it’s practically
your house too.
Jamming out to N’Sync and Backstreet boys together with no shame.
This is my best friend – a sister I never had – and we have done
everything together. Well, almost everything…
This was her first time getting married and meeting the man of her
dreams.
This was my first time as a bridesmaid.
And I don’t think either of us could’ve been more excited that
day.
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