Beautiful Wedding Memories

The day was August 17, 1974. The weather was hot; the people were gathered to watch. The moment had arrived; I was ready to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, someone walked in and stated, “The groom isn’t here!” I couldn’t believe it. The guests were told there would be a delay. The groom finally arrived; the wedding began, but only after

I met my fianc in the summer downtown on the street in front of the Piggly Wiggly, a local grocery store. I was on a lunch break from work. I really don’t know how we ever managed to get married; he never really asked me to marry him. We were at the movies one night, and he went to get popcorn. As he got out of the car, he took a ring out of his pocket and said, “See if this will fit you”. The ring fit, so we were engaged. I wonder what would have happened if it had been too small.

We set our wedding day for September 6th. I had ordered my wedding gown and made some of the arrangements when my fianc wanted to chance it to August 17th. I now had to cancel the order for the gown, and go out and shop for another one. Finally, after looking all over, I found the perfect wedding gown. I got the invitations out, and all the other arrangements changed.

I awoke early Saturday morning August 17, my wedding day, or was it? I really wasn’t a nervous bride. I finished packing my luggage for the honeymoon. I went to get my hair styled and do some last minute touches. All set at least that’s what I thought.

My wedding was scheduled to start at 4:00 P.M. My mother, sister, and I arrived at the church. It was almost four o’clock. I was at the church waiting to walk down the aisle with my dad. Suddenly, someone came in and told me that the groom wasn’t here. All the wedding party was here, but no groom. I didn’t know what had happened to him. It was now time for the wedding to start, still no groom. Now, talking about a bride being nervous, I took the prize.

My mother went out and told the guests there would be a slight delay. It was now 4:30 P.M. and no groom. I was really beginning to worry. My mother said “He’s not coming, he’s changed his mind”. By this time, I was a nervous wreck.

The groom finally arrived; he was forty-five minutes late, which seemed like an eternity. He had gotten halfway to the church and had a flat tire. He was so nervous and upset that he was late; when the minister told him to kiss the bride he started to kiss me without lifting my veil. At the reception, we gave away our top layer of the cake that we were supposed to take home.

We were now married, but we were both still nervous and upset. While I was waiting to walk down the aisle my fianc was stranded with a flat tire. Both of us were wondering what was on the others’ mind. Finally, it all worked out and we were at the altar saying, “I do!” Regardless of all the mishaps that day, we have been married twenty-four years and have tow wonderful children. A wedding day is a day to remember, and, boy, do I remember mine.