Last weekend I stepped way out of my comfort zone and into a moss-green bridesmaid’s dress for the sake of my sweet friend, Angela. I felt more like the Queen Mum than a princess, and I had some great trepidation about making it down the aisle and up the three steps to the platform without embarrassing myself and everyone related to me.
But, God (and Heather the Wedding-Planner-Extraordinaire) were looking out for me. My escort was a strong young man with a steady stride. He is also a son-of-my-heart from the days when we lived as house parents for our Bible college. Taking his arm put me perfectly at ease. And although I didn’t glide elegantly down the aisle like the younger bridesmaids, I did only trip on my skirt once.
I was worn to a frazzle by the time I got home. All that curling and spraying and painting and puffing was exhausting. But it was so worth it. When Angela came glowing down the aisle and dazzled her handsome groom, I wanted to shout “hallelujah” and dance a little jig. Fortunately, the corset prevented such a display.
I think I'm thankful for that corset! Seriously, you looked lovely and the day was all it should have been for Angie.
Well, I sincerely wish I had seen this red carpet-esque display.
The dress looks lovely on you – and hurrah for weddings!
You are beautiful! And I appreciate the "shawl" scarf thing that you put on…such a great example for all of us!
You look beautiful! I like the hairdo!
You look gorgeous Kathy! I wish I could have seen you in person that day!
Thanks for all the charming responses. I'm doing a little curtsey to each of you.