Something happened the day of the wedding that neither I nor anyone else will forget. You know those things that happen only in movies? Well, it happened in real life at this wedding. Here's the story:
Saturday morning: wedding day. I woke up early (like 7:45) and headed to the salon to sit with one of the bridesmaids (and my new friend), Kristen, as she got her hair done. After she was finished and lookin' SO good, I had to run a couple of errands -- mainly taking a shower. I finished everything I needed, went to the salon just as the beautiful bride was getting her hair done, and we all hung out and had a good time. Following along the order of a wedding morning, we headed to the house to get changed into our dresses. We finished putting the last few touches on and headed to the ceremony site.
It was almost time.
Everything was going well. The wedding started a little later, as to be expected. Everyone looked good. Everyone was ready. It came time for the best man and I to precede Becky. As I took my place I looked over at the groom, Justin. I asked him if he was ready, if he was nervous, and told him he'd be fine. We hear the audience laughing, look up, and see the little boys coming up with these awesome signs and a shot gun:
Finally we see the flower girl, and not too far behind her the bride. She looks like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. It's magical. She makes her way to the front, I take her bouquet and fix her dress. Everything is going so smoothly. Half way through it hits me. I forgot the ring.
I immediately go into panic mode. In a span of about 5 seconds I think: "Who forgets the ring? What kind of maid of honor forgets the ring? I am the worst maid of honor ever. Heck, I'm the worst friend ever. Becky is going to hate me. The wedding is ruined." Then I have an idea: tell the bridesmaid next to me. So I lean over to my new friend, Kristen, and say, "Kristen, I forgot the ring!" Her response: "Oooh." Thinking quickly I ask her if I should use my spoon ring instead, to which she agrees. Then I get the perfect opportunity to temporarily fix my problem. Justin's dad, John, was praying over the couple. I lean over to the guy doing the ceremony, Dave, and in a very panicky 'whisper' I say, "Dave. Dave! DAVE! I forgot the ring!" He stares at me and starts smiling. I say, "Can I borrow yours?!" He starts taking it off, only to realize he can't. So he starts panicking because his ring is stuck. The prayer finishes and now we have two panicky people.
Dave, the awesome guy that he is, continues on without missing a beat. I start thinking to myself, "It's okay. It's only a ring. What's a ring, anyways? It's just symbolic for their marriage. They will still be married. At the end of the day the will still be married. We can totally pull this off." Justin gets the wedding band from the best man, says what he's supposed to, and slips it on Becky's finger. Becky, all smiles, turns to me, expecting the manly gold band they had picked out. Instead, I give her this silver spoon ring that fits a young lady's small hand and whisper, "Just pretend." She stares at me for a split second and mouths, "What?" I smile nervously and say, "I forgot his ring. Just use this one." I step back into my place. All is well. We can totally make this work.
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Dave continues on with Becky saying, "Now, I have something to tell all of you." My thought: He wouldn't dare. Dave: "This is a fake ring.... We forgot the real one."
He dared. He told everyone. And everyone laughed. It was perfect.
They continued on with the ceremony. Dave tells Becky, "Repeat after me: 'With this ring.'" Becky says, "Well, not this ring, but the other ring!" Perfect impromptu. Never have I been so proud.
The ceremony finished out. Many people told me how beautifully perfect the wedding was. It was a beautiful day, along a beautifully scenic river, with beautiful Montanan decorations, and a perfect-for-each-other couple. And at the end of the day they were married.
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