I have been a bridesmaid 6 times now and I'm good at it. I help with the invitations, the errands, the dress fittings. Whatever the bride needs, I do my best. And then on the special day, I do my best to be the hottest bridesmaid I can be *ahem.* Still, the day is not about me- it's about them.
I can think of few happier moments than standing up for my best friends' weddings.
Erin's wedding almost 5 years ago stands out especially.
The day started early after getting little sleep. Getting hair done, make-up, and finally dressing. The wedding itself was beautiful. Erin and Mark made a point to center the ceremony around honoring God and it showed.
I'm not sure that I ever stopped smiling that day. I glowed in witnessing my best friend marry her true love. I should note that Mark was the first guy that Erin dated that I liked. I knew the first time I met him that he was the one for her. I have a knack for those things.
Being there on their wedding day, and not just there but a part of it, made me burst with the most positive of emotions.
At one point during the reception, Erin and Mark were outside taking pictures but Erin was needed- for what, I don't remember. I headed out to find her and the two of us walked back inside, hand in hand.
The photographer caught that moment, both of us unaware. It has turned out to be my favorite from that day. The smiles on our faces, my attention completely on her. I look like the consummate bridesmaid- and I was.
Weddings tend to make me sad because they are reminders of what I do not yet have. I am happy for my friends, to be sure, but there's a part of me that wonders if or when it will be my turn.
I didn't feel that way once when Erin and Mark were married. My joy was complete.
My blogging- soon to be real life- friend Lindsay posted this yesterday: "...God telling me that I would never receive the fullness of life He wanted to give me unless I could rejoice with someone over the very thing I longed for."
I don't always get it right but I certainly rejoiced the day of this wedding five years ago. And this tells me that it's possible to continue rejoicing, even if my dream of marriage is never realized.
This post was written for the Remarkable Faith link-up at Giving Up on Perfect, a series of memories and posts as we approach Lent.
How do you rejoice when others receive that which you're longing for?