Dear Diary, well, there it is, the proof that I really got married! It’s funny to look back on it and think about how it almost never happened.
What a time we had…
The sun was shining, the birds were singing. It was a gorgeous day in May. My wedding day.
Momma, Daddy, and Susan were the only members of my family who could make it. Grandpa Leo and Grandma Leela wanted to come but they were getting quite up there in age so they didn’t travel anymore. My other siblings all had their reasons… the flu, couldn’t leave the farm… that kind of thing.
It was all right, though. While I missed all my brothers and sisters, I was happy that my parents could be there.
Where was I?
Oh yes, the bright sunny day blah, blah, blah.
It was the best kind of weather for a wedding, true. But as I gazed at myself in the mirror, it all went gray.
Why? Because I realized I had a fresh zit on my right cheek! Noooooooo! My skin hardly ever broke out. What was I going to do? Could I fix it with makeup? This was ghastly!
Quickly, I loaded some foundation on my blending thingy and covered it as best as anyone could who only knew how to apply makeup because of a YouTube video.
As I stared at my reflection, the blemish sufficiently covered, I hoped no one would notice. Maybe you could only see it if you were looking for it now. Maybe.
The only way to know was to ask Momma and Susan.
Stepping out into the hallway, everything was strangely quiet. I didn’t hear the twins speaking their secret language to one another or Susan wondering if she should wear the gloves she bought or not. There was no smell of coffee or the sounds of Momma and Daddy in the kitchen where they liked to sit at the table and chat.
OMG was I in The Twilight Zone? Had I been whisked away to some strange dimension where I was the only person left on the planet?
Shaking my head, I had to wonder what was wrong with me. All I could come up with were wedding day jitters. That had to be the reason for my runaway imagination.
But seriously, where was everyone?
I took the next few moments to look outside. The limo was gone! Without me! Hurriedly, I checked the clock in the kitchen to find I’d been in the bathroom staring at my zit much longer than I thought.
If the limo was gone and the time on the clock was right, it meant everyone left for my own wedding without me! How could they have forgotten the bride?
I was late for my own nuptials!
Feeling more than desperate, I found my purse, grabbed my keys and jumped into my car in the garage….. only to find the battery dead.
This could not be happening!
Running back inside, I pulled out my phone. What does one do when one is the bride and cannot get to her own wedding? I called the cab company to no avail. All their cars were out. I told them to come get me anyway even though by the time they got to me, my wedding ceremony would be over.
Nervously, I paced for a moment before heading outdoors. Someone somewhere would help me, they just had to!
A firetruck was slowly coming down my street. Precariously, I jumped into the middle of the road, flagging it down. It slowed, then came to a stop inches away from me.
Without thinking, I climbed onto the step and grabbed the nearest handle.
“Lady, what are you doing?”
“I need to get to the Dewhurst immediately!”
“Are you crazy?”
“Yes! I think I must be!” And then I explained the entire situation to the two firefighters inside the truck.
They spoke amongst themselves for what seemed ages and I heard phrases like “we were just driving around anyway,” “this is insane,” and “it’s her wedding, though.”
Finally, one of the men yelled out the window, “Hold on, Lady! We’ll get you to your wedding!”
I gripped the bar tightly as the truck lurched forward.
At first, I was a little scared as we flew past buildings.
Then, it seemed kind of fun.
Better than fun!
Suddenly, my apprehension was a thing of the past and I was waving back at people who had noticed me as we drove by.
I felt like I was in a parade!
When we pulled up to the Dewhurst, Xalen was already outside and on his phone, probably trying to call me and find out where I was. As soon as he saw me, he dropped his phone right on the ground and began running.
As he lifted me from the truck runner and brought my feet safely to the ground, I could see the worry in his eyes. I quickly thanked the firemen and invited them to stay but they were on the clock and had to leave.
Then, I covered Xalen’s eyes and brightly said, “You’re not supposed to see my dress!”
He tried to move his face around my hand so he could look at me and I moved my hand in time with him so he couldn’t see.
“I thought you left me at the altar!” he finally exclaimed. “What are you doing on a firetruck?”
“They were just passing by the house and I hopped on board!” I laughed.
“Only you, Marty,” Xalen said, laughing now, too.
The wedding took place immediately (mostly because everyone was starving by then).
I couldn’t help but notice that Daniel, who was the best man, kept giving Susan, my maid of honor, googly eyes.
Not that she wasn’t giving googly eyes back. These two have seemed to really hit it off and I expect them to announce their own nuptials sometime soon.
Our guest list was rather small but even so, most of them had left before I arrived. I couldn’t blame them for the entire affair began so much later than it was supposed to.
Anyway, the most important people stayed… Owen and Shelly…
… Daddy and Momma (who hogged the twins most of the night!).
Finally, I was united completely with the man I adored and loved. He was regarding me now with eyes so full of devotion, I could have cried.
Someone started some music (our DJ had left hours ago) and the party began, which brought a smile to both my husband and me.
Susan and Daniel wasted no time in pairing off and I thought again about what a lovely couple they made.
Momma and Daddy ate and fed the twins before heading out to the dance floor.
Holden and Rosetta watched us all for a while, then decided they could dance as well together as anyone else. I also noticed for the first time, they weren’t wearing the clothes I’d picked out for them. Instead of getting annoyed, though, that my kids looked like they’d just come from a backward farm in Winchester, I smiled because I knew Momma had made those outfits. As dated as they were, it was a piece of home that I welcomed.
Sticking out your tongue helps you do everything better, you know.
Sticking out your tongue also makes your brother laugh!
As we slow danced, we took turns gazing at our children and their antics.
Xalen had serious things on his mind, though.
“What are you thinking?” I softly asked as I enjoyed the feel of his arm around my waist.
“I was thinking about how resigned I was to remain a bachelor all my life. Never did I entertain the idea of marriage. For one thing, I was certain no one would ever understand The Inheritance.”
“And then you met me,” I said with a smile.
“And then I met you,” he repeated before kissing me.
If Xalen felt blessed, I believed with all my heart that I was doubly so.
Look at these monsters dancing to fast music!
This was a day that would be forever imprinted in my heart and memory.
Author’s Note: I would like to give a shoutout to Bee (Poses by Bee & Stories by Bee) because she really came through for me with her firetruck poses and also the poses of the twins dancing. Be sure to check out her pose site. You will find a lot of detail in everything she makes. Also, her story is beyond awesome, too! Thank you so much, Bee!
Shout out to LilSim Sapphire (Lil’s Creative Corner), too, who fixed one of the pics for me. There was a hole in little Rosetta’s dress in one of them and she touched it up very nicely! Thank you, Lil!