For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Won’t you join us?
I played with the puppy to pass the time and hopefully hide my nerves. There was a back-of-my-mind fear that the little bundle of black poodle fluff might just pee on my dress and then what would I do? I watched as she bounced all over me, seemingly on springs. As I scratched her ears, I noticed my un-manicured hands.
Honestly, today of all days, they should be pretty.
"Leah! My hands need help! Do you have a file? Can you do my nails real quick?"
My friend calmly responded and sat next to me, gently taking my lightly shaking hand.
Two old friend rounded a corner with smiles and hugs. I patted the belly of the very pregnant one and laughed with her as she moaned about a hot and long summer and swollen ankles.
"Girls! Let's go."
We trooped down the steps and went to our appointed positions.
I hid by a door, but I heard his voice and Lora had to remind me to stay put.
Finally, the doors opened and the music floated out. I stood there clinging to my Daddy's arm, searching for the face of the man I loved. The man I was about to pledge my life to.
I laughed out loud as I saw his jaw drop. I had to be reminded to slow down and take my time down the aisle.
I remember finally resting my hands in his, and it didn't matter that they weren't manicured. I was glad the dog hadn't peed on my dress, but realized that wouldn't