There She Stood, A Vision in White

“No one is as beautiful as a daughter talking about the man she’s going to marry.”

Author: American, Somerset, Pennsylvania (Newspaper)

I corseted Meggie into her wedding dress a couple of days ago. We laughed so hard during the process. It seemed to take forever. We began lacing it upside down.

I screamed, “FUCK!”

Meg laughed and we pulled the silk ribbon out and started over. I almost had to put my foot in her back to draw it tight enough to keep her boobs in the dress. After it was tied, she turned around. I lost my breath. There she stood, my beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed daughter in her wedding dress.  She looked exquisite. I think my heart skipped a beat or two.

She smiled when she looked at me, and said, “Mom, it’s okay, don’t cry.”

How could I not? Here was a beautiful woman standing in front of me. I bore this child 22 years ago. And she’s wearing her wedding dress! She’s going to get married in less than three months to the love of her life.

Meggie had on not one stitch of make up, no shoes, and her hair was straight. But to me she was the most beautiful that I had ever seen her. Her smile alone cinched my awe of her.

When she started flitting around looking for the full length mirror, she reminded me so much of myself at her age. I had to step back, and take in the sight of her. She was wandering all over the bedroom trying to get her boobs to stay put, all the while talking too damn loud about the fact that her boobs were all over the place.

I asked, “May I take your picture?

She said, “Of course, but no posting it!”

I told her, “No way would I do that! I share a lot, but your wedding dress is sacred.”

She stood in front of me, then turned on a slight angle. She looked up and smiled at me. Perfectly content.  I took the picture, looked at the result and sighed. My baby girl is getting married, and I couldn’t be happier and more scared for her. What will the future bring? There’s no way of knowing until we’re in it. I pray that it’s good for Chris and her. I really do.

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That Light, That Chaos, That Beauty

Stopped on the side of the road.

Camera in hand.

Wind whipping in my hair.

Lightning bugs no longer adorn the fields of this late summer night.

I’m giddy with delight at the sight of lightning.

Not sure what it is about it, but it makes me smile.

Makes me calm.

Makes my Spidey Senses tingle.

Makes me, me.

I lean against my pretty blue car.

Feel the bass of a song by Super Tramp beating through the steel.

I hold the camera up and giggle.

I keep snapping away.

Hoping for the light, the tingle, the electricity.

Then, it happens.

I capture it.

I laugh out loud as the shutter clicks.

I check the camera roll and see.

That light. That chaos. That beauty.

I think, that’s me.

That light. That chaos. That beauty.

It is me.