Here comes the Bridesmaid...

As we walked into the church, my stomach dropped. There were so many people looking at me! We lined up in the back of the church, all the other "pumpkins" and I, in our beautiful orange bridesmaid dresses.
I quickly scanned the church, looking for a familiar face. However, all I could see were hundreds of eyes looking at me like I had huge elephant ears. My mom walked up to me and gave me a hug. Thank God! Finally, someone I knew. When she told me how pretty I was in my dress, I started to cry. But I didn't have time to be too emotional because it was time to begin. Here it was, the day I dreaded, my little brother was getting married.
When I looked toward the front of the church, I could see my brother standing tall and strong in his formal army attire waiting for his bride.He looked so handsome and grown up. Tears came pouring out of my eyes. "Don't cry! Don't cry!" whispered the other bridesmaids. I tried to hold back my tears, but the emotions were just too overwhelming. I had to dab my eyes and wipe away the tears.
As each of the other girls took their place to take that long walk down the aisle, my heart began to race. "Calm down." I told myself. "You'll be ok!" I took a deep breath waiting for my cue to begin my trek. I tried to take in several more breaths to overcome my anxiety. It wasn't working. Here we go..... I took one step, then another and then yet another. I still couldn't catch my breath. I started feeling dizzy. My legs were like cement and my head started feeling funny.
Suddenly, I looked up and saw my friend, Philip walking toward me. He was the groomsman "assigned" to me. He had a huge smile on his face and I figured he was just as nervous as I was. I began to relax. My nerves were immediately calmed as I slipped my hand into the crook that his arm made for me. I put my hand on his bicep, as instructed by the priest, and we walked the rest of the way downt he aisle, together. We stopped to pose for a picture, and bowed our head to acknowledge the Lord. Then Philip dropped me off and I slipped into the first pew with"my girls". My job was over.
As I stood waiting for the last bridesmaid to join "the patch", I continued to watch my baby brother. He had a little smirk on his face which I knew signified, he was nervous too. I watched him and remembered the 22 years that we spent together. Now, he was beginning the next phase of his life. The doors of the church opened and my brother's beautiful bride began walking toward him. His smirked then turned into a huge smile. As they met in front of the congregation, I realized I wasn't nervous anymore. I was happy, very happy, that my brother had found the love of his life.