A splash of sunshine draped across the quilt, spilling onto the floor and up the wall. Jenny let her head linger heavy in the pillow as her mind sorted a myriad of thoughts and emotions in that place where asleep and awake intertwine.
“It’s my wedding day!” Every other thought vanished. That one stuck.
As she opened her eyes, Jenny awakened to the realization that she had spent the night in her childhood bedroom. It felt good to be home. Last night was such fun. The family hadn’t been all together since Grandma’s funeral. Joy was absent then. Jenny and Grandma were very close and her death was heartbreaking.
Nestled under Grandma’s quilt, Jenny ran through her wedding day in her head. There it was again—that feeling she’d forgotten something—weighing on the back of her mind. One thing she did know was that she needed to get up and get busy. A wonderful smell enticed her to the kitchen.
“Ah, there’s my beautiful bride-to-be! Here, eat.” The plate was already under Jenny’s nose and the fork in her hand. Didn’t need to tell her twice. Never mind the excited belly, those butterflies would just have to make room for Mom’s special scrambled eggs.
“You know, Grandma made these eggs for me on my wedding day,” Mom said.
Jenny smiled, but hoped people wouldn’t talk about Grandma too much today. She always felt emotional thinking about Grandma, and today was not the day to be melancholy.
“Mom, do you think we’ve forgotten anything? I’m afraid there’s some little detail left undone, but I can’t think what it could be,” Jenny said.
“Oh honey, we’ve been planning for months. You’ve done a wonderful job, and I’m sure there’s not one thing that’s been overlooked. You’re just nervous.” Mom’s voice was reassuring and her touch calming.
The church was a charming, vine covered relic. Her sister, parents and grandparents were all married here. The funeral had been here, too. Emotions began to surface, but she pressed them down once more and embraced the happiness of the day.
“Oh my…I forgot how beautiful you looked in this dress,” Mom choked as she fanned her fingers at her face. “Tissue! Tissue! I don’t want my makeup to get all soupy.”
“Is Josh here yet?” It would do no good to be breathtaking and have the groom no-show.
“Of course he’s here,” said her sister Carrie, who had been running around tending to details. “And he looks amazing in his tux!” Jenny believed it—Josh always looked amazing to her.
Father-of-the-bride poked his head in the door to announce the ceremony would begin shortly. Jenny and Carrie stole a knowing glance and smile, as both had seen the tears well up in Dad’s eyes at the sight of his baby in her white gown.
“Ok, girl, about that ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’” Carrie chimed.
Jenny felt the butterflies crashing against the insides of her stomach. “That’s what I forgot! Oh, Mom! Now what are we going to do? I didn’t think of that. How could I forget…?”
“Calm down, Jennifer! Sheesh! I got it covered. That’s the Matron-of-Honor’s duty.” Big Sister to the rescue. “Something borrowed—that would be my pearl earrings you’re wearing.”
“You’re welcome. Now, the ‘something new’ is just about everything you have on. The dress, shoes, pretty under-things… next we need something old and blue.”
Carrie pulled out a small satin box from her bag and handed it to Jenny. Jenny noticed Carrie’s eyes begin to moisten.
“What’s in this box, Carrie?”
“Just open it, silly. It’s something old and blue.”
Jenny pulled at the white ribbon and lifted the satin lid. Inside was Grandma’s brooch of silver and sapphires. It was quite old and exquisite—Grandma’s favorite piece. Jenny admired it from the time she was very young.
“Grandma asked me to give this to you on your wedding day, Jen. She knew you loved it.” Carrie wiped a tear.
“I wish Grandma could have been here today.” Jenny was no longer able to hold back the emotions she’d been storing away.
Mom handed the girls each a tissue and carefully placed the brooch on Jenny’s dress.
“But she is here, my love. She’s right here.”
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