lady in waiting

now. needle threader. balloons drifted to the floor.
tea candles vanished to their little tin cups everywhere.
some wine bottles. the dog's first failed boutonniere.
scissors for cutting bangs or snipping threads.
my own high and shiny shoes, done from dancing
parsley and rosemary on my kitchen floor and garlic
and a pan soaking. dog biscuits here and there.
then a house filled with women for just a bit at flurried start and end, one baby being changed on the floor (when does that happen here?)
those lovely tall hippie girls
those lovely older hippie mothers
the massage chair and fireworks, the satin steaming and tule fluffing.
the little silk buttons that had to be sewn back (not by me, thank goodness) half hour before the walk through the roses: dog in the lead, neversobeautiful friend right on time for her good present and future. 10:10 10 10 10

i got to host a bride, to care about everything she did, could do, could want
and what she wanted she got: a man who loves her, loves her dog, will love her and her dog, i do believe, i really do, forever.
so sweet to see and be a part of, to have the privilege of dedicating just sweet time with that degree of purpose, duty and luck.
this little role...
made me deeply content.

(i love it when other people get married!)