W is for Wedding #atozchallenge

We’re almost there. Knock on wood. Hmmm. Wood would have been a good word too!


I am not proud to say, I hid.

My bridezilla sister’s voice was reaching shrill levels so that even the family dog, Joey, followed me to the attic where I sat on the daybed playing the latest Zelda.

The door creaked open, and I presumed that another member of the family was trying to seek sanctuary. Instead, it was Tammy looking sheepish.

She slouched down onto the daybed next to me, drawing her legs beneath her. “I’m sorry,” she said shaking her head. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

“It will be. Everything’s taken care of. You just need to relax.”

She pulled out her cell, scrolled and then thrust it at me. “Look.”

A very thin, smiling blonde stood next to Tammy’s fiancé, Ryan. They made a nice-looking couple but not as nice as Ryan and Tammy, not that that meant anything. Couples should be more than their looks.

“That’s his ex-, Adrienne, and she wants him back. I trust him. You know I do but look at her and look at me.”

“Ryan loves you,” I say.

“She’s gorgeous.”

“There’s a reason why he’s with you. Maybe it’s your blueberry pancakes.”

She elbows me. “I hope it’s for more than that.”

“Maybe that’s all it is. Whether this wedding is perfect or not, is not going to be the determiner. You being crazy, might, though.”

Finally, she smiles. “I was feeling a little crazy.”

“When you started talking about a rap version of Pachebel’s Canon, I figured we were in definite loony bin territory.”

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“But these conversations—”

“Aren’t going anywhere. And, I expect you to talk me down when I start becoming a bridezilla.”

“You’ll never be a bridezilla,” she said.

We both suspected that was true enough. I was more the elope-and-have-a-fabulous-party-after kind of girl.

The attic door creaked again, followed by heavier footsteps on the stairs. Ryan’s voice called out.

“Beautiful girl, are you up here?”

“Yes,” I responded and then giggled as Tammy elbowed me.

“He was talking to me,” she said.

I grabbed my video game and hugged her. As I passed Ryan, I grinned. “Be good to her or else.”

“Always,” he said.

And I knew it was true.


There is a rap version of Pachebel’s Canon in D and probably not what you might expect is definitely worth listening to.

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