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June 10, 2004 My aunt Holly was married on a beautiful autumn day during 1967. Holly was the youngest of 4 children and the only daughter in the family. To many family members it seemed that Holly’s mother, Barbara was more excited about the wedding than Holly was. After seeing her sons’ mother-in-laws plan their own daughter’s wedding, Barbara was ready to play the role of mother of the bride. Barbara was convinced that this was going to be the happiest day in her life and spent 18 months planning the wedding. Luckily Holly had little interest in wedding details and was happy to let her mother decide everything from what to serve at the reception to what kind of stamp to use on the invitations. On the day of the wedding Holly and her father quietly waited in the church foyer as her six bridesmaids took their turn walking down the aisle. As the last bridesmaid walked through the doors Holly suddenly began to feel nervous. Holly’s father, usually a very stern man that never said anything sentimental to his children looked into his daughter’s eyes and said, “You will always be my little girl and I love you.” Just as father and daughter were about to burst into tears the front doors of the church open and Holly’s Uncle Ted walked in. “Oh good, I’m not too late. I was afraid that I had missed little Holly’s wedding.” As he casually strolled by Holly and her father, Uncle Ted gave his brother-in-law a slap on the back and kissed Holly on the cheek and knocking her veil off in the process. Both Holly and her father burst into laughter as Ted walked through the doors into the sanctuary just as the organ began playing the wedding march. Not only was Uncle Ted late to the wedding but he was wearing an outfit that was so hideous they couldn’t keep a straight face. The normally conservative man was wearing a lime green polyester leisure suit with a yellow button down shirt and an orange (yes, I said orange) tie with pink and yellow flowers on it. Not only was the sentimental father-daughter moment broken, but both Holly and her father could barely stand up from laughing so hard. Finally the cranky wedding coordinator practically shoved Holly and her father through the doors and onto the aisle. Trying to keep a straight face and adjust her veil at the same time, Holly and her father quickly walked down the aisle. Just as they were passing Barbara, Holly dropped her bouquet of roses which brought on another laughing fit from both her and her father. Holly had to bite her lip during the entire ceremony to keep from laughing at the image of her Uncle dressed in the hideous costume while unconsciously taking the position as the “seventh bridesmaid” while walking down the aisle. Holly, being the good natured person that she is finds nothing but humor in the story. We can’t say the same about her mother though. Thirty- five years later Barbara still gets angry just thinking about the wedding ceremony and has hated the color “lime” since then. “Just imagine my shock!” Barbara says, “There I was sitting in the front pew waiting to see Holly walk down on her father’s arm during the most important day of our lives. Instead, I see my littler brother dressed like a clown strutting down the aisle to my daughter’s music.” If good old Uncle Ted is in the room he always has to have the last word. “I was hardly strutting. Besides, I looked good in that suit.” ------------ About the author: Tabitha Reed lives just outside of Baltimore, Maryland, with her husband and two small children. She has a BA in English with a concentration in British and American literature. She is a full-time mom of a four-year-old boy and a four-month-old girl. Tabitha Reed writes in her spare time. Ms. Reed defines “spare time” as those moments in which both children are napping at the same time, which she says is a somewhat rare occurrence. Email: BlueberryRose71@yahoo.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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