True Thoughts of a MOH

The sand was cold beneath her feet. Why on earth was it freezing on a beautiful day in July? The weather didn’t look promising in the morning when the bride, mother of the bride and every bridesmaid looked out the farmhouse window only to see hopeless rain. With tears streaming down the bride’s face of seeing a ruined beach wedding, the mother of the bride and beloved sister tried desperately to calm her down. Soon enough, the clouds parted, allowing the sun to shine through and the maid of honour to sigh with relief at the sight of a thankful bride. As the day proceeded, however, the weather posed as a threat to her sister’s dream wedding. The wedding party had successfully managed to make it to their spots on the beach front thanks to the father of the bride pushing to get the wedding started. Unfortunately, a huge storm cloud was rolling in from the west causing the bride to panic frantically. As the sister stood there, smooshing her feet in the cold sand waiting for the bride, she thought of how disastrous it was going to be if the cloud made its way over the wedding before it ended. Silently, she laughed to herself, not because she wished her sister something as unfortunate as that on the most important day of her life but because if it did happen, her wedding could definitely top her sisters. It wasn’t fair that her sister got the camp wedding. Now her mother had pressure on her to have a traditional church wedding. All of these thoughts were running through her mind until she looked up and saw her sister walking with her father down the boardwalk. Honestly, she had never seen someone that beautiful. A very cliché thing to think at a wedding, but she thought it nonetheless. Her father shook the groom’s hands and although the maid of honour could not see clearly, she knew her father had tears in his eyes. Jealousy covered the sister’s heart; her older sister was the first to go, thus, getting the most emotion out of their father. She wondered whether or not her father would even cry by the time she got married. “Hallelujah!” he would be sure to say. The bride and the groom made their way to the altar where the pastor blabbed something about love. What a horrible sister she was. She had no desire to pay attention to the lovely words that came out of his mouth and when she looked down the line of bridesmaids, she and her younger sister on the end were the only one not in tears. What was wrong with the Steeves girls? Did they inherit some sort of cold hearted gene? As the pastor announced the couple as man and wife, the sister felt an ounce of an emotion at the thought of losing her sister but it soon passed. Why was she so cynical? Why couldn’t she cry like the other loyal bridesmaids? Why was she so concerned about the speech she had to make at the reception? Why did she keep asking herself why? Frustrated, she manually shut off her brain and continued the rest of the wedding as the robotic maid of honour. Thankfully, the nasty storm cloud seemed to pause above their heads until the wedding was over and everything was put away and then it down poured. The maid of honour thought what a beautiful wedding it turned out to be despite the threatening storm cloud, too bad her mind was elsewhere for most of it.